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I’ve visited Madison before many times of course, and usually I’m driving.  So I know the area well.  Therefore, when the shuttle driver took the second wrong turn while trying to follow the GPS directions to the hotel, I was able to suggest a more fruitful direction. By that point, Barbara and I were so relieved to be near the end of our very, very long day (extra long for me, having had no sleep the night before), that we didn’t really care if the driver took longer to get where we’re going.  The flight from Toronto had been smooth, — Read the Rest…