December 6, 2010
I’m writing this morning’s post from an exotic location that has become extremely familiar to me and one I hope to never have to visit again: a car dealership. In a spate of luck which I can only describe as Vickensian, Mr. B’s three-year old and extremely reliable Civic has started having issues that need to be checked out the same weekend that we finally started to look for a new car to replace my 11-year-old Accord. In a spate ...
September 7, 2010
This is my dad. He is extremely handy. He can fix almost anything and, if he doesn’t know how to fix it already, he will research the hell out of it until he finds out. He has repaired televisions, doors, gardens, garages, bathrooms, broken glasses, broken computers, broken cell phones, pianos, and, most importantly, cars. This Labor Day Weekend, as I was home with my parents, my dad, hawk-eyed, noticed a problem with my car’s windshield wipers. I didn’t notice, ...