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When was the last time you were truly lost?

One balmy evening recently, I took my son for a picnic in Cherokee Park, a verdant, sprawling, 400-acre urban park here in Louisville. It’s a great place to spend a few hours, but invariably—even after years going there—I find myself disoriented when it’s time to leave. The roads in and out of the park are a winding tangle of twists and curves, a Bermud…

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