Curations from the Human Jungle
Part 3--Things Get Worse Spring came, and the Mercedes remained in storage. I checked periodically with the guy selling it, but there wasn’t a lot of activity. The car now was officially an albatross around my neck. Supposedly there was an Internet site featuring the car, but I wasn’t able to find it. I searched... Continue Reading →
Part 2- Things Get Bad The seller insisted that we pay him cash, which seemed odd, but, frankly, he wasn’t a Mercedes kinda guy. He was probably selling the car, because he couldn’t handle the prestige. The first premonition that maybe, just maybe, this was not the greatest idea came about ten minutes after our... Continue Reading →
[This is a short story I wrote when my son Patrick was 17 and a junior in high school. He's now 40. It was brought to mind when I saw the notification in our local newspaper, The White River Valley Herald, of the passing of Chip Milnor, an all-around good guy, great mechanic, and worthy... Continue Reading →