Hello and welcome back to the wonderful world of the Dogpound. Writing an article every week can be a challenge at times; it is hard to find something interesting to write about each week, and then other times the story seems to write itself…and this is one of them. I was pulling out of the garage to go to work and the car felt a big sluggish. Got out to check the car and discovered that my rear passenger tire was almost flat. There was a big bolt head sticking out of the tire but it seemed to hold air when I filled it with my portable compressor. Was hoping it would last till I got to work and then I could limp over to the local tire repair shop. I got about half way to work when the tire started thumping again. I only had another one-and-a-half mile to go...so pumped the tire up again and barely rolled into the parking lot with a completely flat tire. I had road service come over to put my spare tire on…they pulled a 3-inch long and quarter-inch thick swag bolt out of the tire. The end was blunt so no idea how it managed to get stuck in the tire…would have had to hit it just right for that to happen. But that was not the only casualty that day…I lost my spare tire cover. My Honda has the spare tire mounted on the rear door and has a nice vinyl cover to protect it from the weather. The tire has probably only been off the car twice in 8 years..so when they went to unzip the tire the zippers broke right off from lack of use; they had to cut the zipper to get the tire off. Good news though…I was able to get the cover back on and duct taped the zippers back together…almost as good as new.
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
Friendship is one mind in two bodies.” Mencius.
TALK TO ME
After a close friend moved away, we began to communicate by computer. We met each week in her favorite chat room and would type for hours. One night, I had a high fever and swollen larynx and felt too sick to chat, so I dashed off a brief note canceling our cyber-plans, and I then fell exhausted into bed. My friend seemed upset when I phoned her a few days later. “If you don’t want to go on the ‘Net with me,” she said, “just say so.” Perplexed, I retrieved the last e-mail I’d sent her. It read, “I won’t be able to talk to you on the computer tonight. I have laryngitis.”
That is a wrap. As always be good, play safe and remember emergency road side service is a good thing to have.
JR and Max