On a family trip last month to drop off daughter Gray at summer music camp, our car died in the hills of Connecticut as we took part in a Friday afternoon traffic jam. We pulled off the freeway and parked behind a service station — one which sold gas and lottery tickets, but had no mechanics — and waited for a tow truck. While we were there a minivan stopped next to us and a gray-haired lady extracted a crying baby for a walkabout. "He was in China a week ago," she told us. We admired her cute foster child and chatted about our automotive woes. She commiserated.

"Sometimes all you can do is laugh," she advised us.

(see also HaggardRiders (4 Jul 2003), ...)

TopicLife - TopicPersonalHistory - 2003-08-07

(correlates: Only a Little Has To Go Wrong, HarrietNowellSmith, 2008-09-26 - WOD Marathon Run, ...)