... Hello. This is the story of a Granny, and her car. The Granny is named Libby Sheeran, and she died eleven years ago. The car, however, did not die, which is the point of this story. I have told parts of it before, but there is a new wrinkle.
Never have I ever seen any of the Star Wars films, despite having been around (and relatively sentient) since that whole thing started. I'm not sure why.
I don't know about DC, but here in Iowa we have a program that teaches at risk youth using old cars donated to the program. They would have accepted that car, repaired it, and auctioned it off to both teach how to repair vehicles but also to raise funds for the program. At 75,000 original miles, that car would have been a great project car and probably would have sold very well.
I have a mantel clock with a faceplate that says it was given to a worker in His Majesty’s Shipyard in 1912. I often wonder if the recipient worked on the Titanic. Took it to a clockmaker once who said, “You know, this clock really shouldn’t still be working.” It’s still going strong and has a beautiful chime.
As for the cost of repairing the car, my accountant’s favorite phrase is, “The best economic decision is not necessarily the best decision for you.”
Gary the Librarian: My Mazda Protege lasted 23 years and was in good shape when I traded it in for a 2014 Mazda 3 GT with better safety features and a much better luxury level. I expect a Mazda to last, now. But the oldest two things in my house are two pre-Columbian pottery dishes from Mexico that were part of a Texas Tech University museum sale in 1968. Who knows how they got out of Mexico? But I have them and I have no idea how old they are.
I've never, ever willingly or knowingly ridden a roller coaster. I did stupidly get on the Space Mountain ride at Disney World which, it turns out, is a roller coaster. I do not trust people or the things they make. Blessings to all who are victims and families of the bridge disaster in Baltimore - stunningly awful.
I have to stop responding to the polls while trying to work. I mis-read the second pole as "Are you the oldest human", so one less "yes" and one more "no."
When I was in college in the 80s, Never Have I Ever was one of our favorite drinking games. Someone said they had never done something and if you HAD dine that thing, you had to drink. As you can imagine, most of the things were raunchy or illegal in nature. Definitely changed our perceptions of some of our friends.
We have a number of objects in our home that are two-three times my age (I am the oldest human). Four times my age, when we include some coins. 10-12 times my age, when we include some illicitly collected potsherds found on the ground at the mouth of a New Mexico canyon. But the fossils outstrip all that stuff, including a trilobite that is at least 4 million times my age.
There's a song in there somewhere. Maybe a ditty something like: "Granny's Tranny's Gone to Join Her and Left Me With All This Crap and Nowhere To Put It Blues."
Rachel's in luck. A quick check shows there are a number of 2001 Honda Accords available, some with only slightly higher mileage than hers and in colors that would have made the former East Germany proud. So --- she can now turn the go-no-mo into a front lawn shrine or planter.
Never have I ever not pooped in my pants ever since my car accident in 1996... :-)
I am amazed to be the first commenter of the day.
Never have I ever had a tasteful orange bottom.
Never have I ever seen any of the Star Wars films, despite having been around (and relatively sentient) since that whole thing started. I'm not sure why.
I don't know about DC, but here in Iowa we have a program that teaches at risk youth using old cars donated to the program. They would have accepted that car, repaired it, and auctioned it off to both teach how to repair vehicles but also to raise funds for the program. At 75,000 original miles, that car would have been a great project car and probably would have sold very well.
I have a mantel clock with a faceplate that says it was given to a worker in His Majesty’s Shipyard in 1912. I often wonder if the recipient worked on the Titanic. Took it to a clockmaker once who said, “You know, this clock really shouldn’t still be working.” It’s still going strong and has a beautiful chime.
As for the cost of repairing the car, my accountant’s favorite phrase is, “The best economic decision is not necessarily the best decision for you.”
Gary the Librarian: My Mazda Protege lasted 23 years and was in good shape when I traded it in for a 2014 Mazda 3 GT with better safety features and a much better luxury level. I expect a Mazda to last, now. But the oldest two things in my house are two pre-Columbian pottery dishes from Mexico that were part of a Texas Tech University museum sale in 1968. Who knows how they got out of Mexico? But I have them and I have no idea how old they are.
I've never, ever willingly or knowingly ridden a roller coaster. I did stupidly get on the Space Mountain ride at Disney World which, it turns out, is a roller coaster. I do not trust people or the things they make. Blessings to all who are victims and families of the bridge disaster in Baltimore - stunningly awful.
I have to stop responding to the polls while trying to work. I mis-read the second pole as "Are you the oldest human", so one less "yes" and one more "no."
She died in a hospital in Virginia D.C. in 2013..
where is Virginia D.C.?
When I was in college in the 80s, Never Have I Ever was one of our favorite drinking games. Someone said they had never done something and if you HAD dine that thing, you had to drink. As you can imagine, most of the things were raunchy or illegal in nature. Definitely changed our perceptions of some of our friends.
We have a number of objects in our home that are two-three times my age (I am the oldest human). Four times my age, when we include some coins. 10-12 times my age, when we include some illicitly collected potsherds found on the ground at the mouth of a New Mexico canyon. But the fossils outstrip all that stuff, including a trilobite that is at least 4 million times my age.
This discussion reminds me of the last time I blew a tranny. It was not good.
I have a Seth Thomas clock would love you to repair.
I am wondering where someone is going to find a transmission for a 23-year-old vehicle.
There's a song in there somewhere. Maybe a ditty something like: "Granny's Tranny's Gone to Join Her and Left Me With All This Crap and Nowhere To Put It Blues."
Rachel's in luck. A quick check shows there are a number of 2001 Honda Accords available, some with only slightly higher mileage than hers and in colors that would have made the former East Germany proud. So --- she can now turn the go-no-mo into a front lawn shrine or planter.