Well, my system is a lil' more "hands on." I pull out my dumb phone, punch a couple of numbers, look up at the road ahead of me, punch a couple more numbers, look at the road ahead of me, punch a few more numbers, check out what's comin' down the sidewalk ...
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... punch the call button, and ...

It's all good.

The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted. ~ D.H. Lawrence