I spent the twenty-four of the last seventy-two hours driving. Actually, if you count the fact that I’d just gotten off work, it would be thirty-four out of eighty-two hours. My friends, that’s enough to give anyone a cramp in their ass. The reason for such insanity? Well, my great grandmother just had her one-hundredth birthday, and I had to drive down to Turlock, California. Since you’ve probably never heard…