My mind takes road trips with me.

Tuesday, I was returning home from a ride to my dermatologist who treats my old-man skin. It’s not a premature condition, it’s right on time.

I was traveling a three-lane, 50 mph route with lots of exit ramps when one multi-lane ramp appeared that easily could have been confused with the main drag. But above its entrance — or exit if traveling in the right direction — was a big red and white warning sign: “WRONG WAY.”

Then it struck me: With all the newly arrived non English-speaking immigrants, legal and illegal, issued driving licenses, including commercial licenses to drive 18-wheelers, how can they distinguish “Wrong Way” from “This Way”?