I went to a funeral yesterday and learned that the accident that led to the passing away of the person was complicated by a GMC brand car’s air bag not deploying.
My wife is a bit flummoxed by my getting the white van fixed.
“Its got an air bag,” I say.
“The van is over 16 years old and the air bags may not work John,” she says and the whole thing starts over after we learn about the air bags at the funeral.
Anyway the van now rides like a dream. The transmission was fixed by an old school transmission guy that a patient of mine who is in his seventies and drives a Ford Falcon (anyone remember that one). My mother had a Ford Falcon station wagon when I was in the sixth grade. I remember one of my older brothers trying to drive it and the car was put in forward instead of reverse and it ran into the brick wall of the that bordered the drive way. That dent was never fixed. We never fixed anything. I never remember any person or company ever coming to any house I ever lived in to fix something save a cousin of my grandmother’s who had an electrical company. Insects and cockroaches? We lived with them. Hearing them scurry when the kitchen light went on was matter of fact. Didn’t everybody have roaches? That’s what I thought. I did not know different until I got married and my wife went berserk at the sight of one on the porch. What?
So anyway for now I am styling in the pos white.
I still have the issue of a rear view mirror. I bought the mirror glue and cleaner and have replaced now three times and every time I adjust the mirror it falls off into my hand. One time I glued the little metal thing that the mirror attaches to upside down and that was the one time it stuck and stayed glued. I had a hell of a time “prying” it off. Now I am out of glue and cleaner and just doing without. As my mother would say, ” We can’t have nothin.” I’ll buy some more tomorrow and if I continue to be unsuccessful I may call the glass people for help. I am at the cabin now and have glues for making fly rods and I am considering using a concoction of epoxy to do the mirror. I am still thinking on that one.
For the three people in Gainesville, Georgia that read my blog and have inquired about whether I will fix the van or give up on it….I am keeping it but will be gently looking for another ride.
Now about prostate cancer…all I read about is new FDA approved drugs for advanced prostate cancer. What in the world is that about? No new treatments for cure? Won’t pay for screening? What does this mean? Does the phrase, ” Follow the money” have any relevance here? Let me opine by way of a podcast. Enjoy and opine won’t you?