October 21, 2006
In Maine for the summer, we had to go to another town to go to the Laundromat. With four kids, laundry piled up fast. Mom took us all in the big old blue Chevy station wagon (which Dad hoped someone would steal, saying He who steals my car steals trash, but they never did). When the laundry was finished, the car wouldn't start and wouldn't start. Helpful, passing college kids tried to start it, to no avail. Finally, Mom called Dad at work, he came over, turned the key, and the car started. No-one said anything all the way home.