I thought of a little test I could set up for myself while I’m on this trip to see places from Phil’s life.
Normally when I go on road trips, even if it’s a place I’ve been before (like my own mother’s house in Las Vegas), I usually have to write down street names and make small notes. Even though I have a good sense of direction and often memorize directions from Google Streetview, I almost never get where I’m going without looking at notes.
This time, I want to do it different. I’ll still have my notes just in case I forget, but I will hand them to my fiance and I will see just how far I can get without using them. The area thankfully hasn’t changed too much in the last 50 years or so, and there are still plenty of landmarks Phil would have found familiar so that’s not really a concern.
Considering how good I am at memorizing directions and my generally good sense of direction it won’t completely prove or disprove anything if I don’t have to look at my directions at all, or if I have to look at them once or twice. Still, f I find that I can navigate the area just fine without being reminded too often about where things are, then that does at least strengthen my circumstantial case for having been Phil. After all, at that point I’d be doing better than I’d do trying to find my own mother’s house.
It’s going to be weird though, going back. If I’m right about having been Phil then I left there with too many bridges burned and too many swords over my brow. Perhaps it’s better that I’m returning to Marin County as a stranger this time.