April 28, 2009
The truck broke down on one of the many lonely stretches of Route 128, where there is no cell phone service. My brother hitched a ride to the nearest town (population 130), where he could call AAA from a pay phone. The only store was long closed, the temperature had dropped about thirty degrees, and the winds had picked up. My brother shivered in his inadequate t-shirt, waiting for the tow truck, which took over an hour. The perfect end to the perfect day. I was so glad when he called and said he was finally home, safe and sound.