Even in my zombie state, the SJG never stops working on your behalf. I know you turn to me for answers and wisdom. Not a day goes by that someone doesn't stop me on the street and ask me an important life-altering question. Yesterday, it happened again. "Excuse me, ma'am. You look semi-intelligent." "Why, thank you. How kind of you to notice." "Can you tell me where Central Park is? I'm a little lost." "That makes two of us. I thought I was back in L.A." "Silly SJG," said the directionally-challenged individual. "If you were in L.A. would we be standing under this scaffolding?" "Good point," I said. "Turn left at the pedicab, go past the hot dog cart, and keep walking. You'll get there eventually." Well, I'm glad I cleared that up. Next question?