Window to the world (of repair)

Look, I get that I can’t fix cars. Fine. I accept that. But if the universe could let me enjoy my rare auto-repair victories for more than an hour, that would be great.

It happened the other day when my wife and I were driving back home from … somewhere. I don’t recall. But I assure you it wasn’t any place very interesting, and even if I remembered and told you where, you’d probably respond with, “Wow, that’s really … not interesting.”