Last night the Camry would not start. This morning I awoke and went out to see if Icould jump it. It started right up, so I drove to the gas station to get coffee. It would not start. Frank McBrayer was out walking and saw me and tried to jump it. I guess I thought all men knew how to put battery cables on, but when he got BIG SPARKS twice, I suggested he might have them switched. Anyway, it still wouldn’t start. I just kept trying it, and finally it started–so I went directly to Millers’, my favorite mechanic place. Then there I was, stuck with Greg in the car, so we walked back to 4th St. I did several errands using KK’s car and ended up back at Miller’s because it was noon and I knew that they closed then. Turns out that there was some debris in the gearshift which was in the way of my being fully in PARK (at least that’s what my starter thought), so it was starting intermittently. They didn’t charge me. They knew Joe and feel sorry for the poor widow, and that’s fine with me. Then I had two cars at Millers’. So I drove one home, put Greg on his leash, and walked back to get the other car. We had some good walking, and it was a beautiful day for it. This was one of the things I liked about living at 4th St.

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