Don't fret, fellow drivers, many are a little lost in a roundabout way
Dear Mahatma: After reading your column last week, I couldn't help but think of the Kingston Trio's song about "poor old Charlie" riding on the whatever line. He was the man who never returned! My wife and I were on a roundabout in Conway. After several hours we finally achieved some sort of embarrassing exit and barely made it to the next gas station. -- John