After looking at my house, like everyone does the first time they do it, and then after looking at some of the places you know, I saw that little window over to the left that you could put GPS coordinates in.  And I had some of the most expensively obtained GPS coordinates on the planet to put in that window. I typed them in, and I saw what everyone sees, an amazing Google Earth phenomenon: flying from the sky and popping right down onto the point that that coordinate is.   And my coordinate, the first one — which I put in as Gladysvale, because I knew it better than any place on earth — landed on nothing.  It landed hundreds and hundreds of meters away from Gladysvale.  The second point I put in, the same thing.  The third? They were all useless.  They were all wrong.  I had wasted three years of my life.  I had wasted hundreds of thousands of dollars of research grant.  It did not take me long to Google why the U.S. government had put deliberate error into those GPSs in the late 1990s: for military purposes.  And the errors that were inherent in those handheld GPSs had created a compounding error. Well that was like adding “low to low” on my life at that moment.  So I spent the rest of December and January moving those points physically on Google, from where they landed to where I knew they should be, because I could see these sites.  I could see what they looked like.  I knew where they were.  I could locate them.