Columns & Opinions
September 28, 2022
It was like buzzards circling a body.
The Jones kid, Randy, was out in the Mule Barn parking lot with the hood up on his car. He was staring down into it the way a first-time parachutist would look out the airplane door. You never quite knew for sure what lay ahead.
“Looks like Randy‚s got problems,” said Steve.
“Let‚s have a look,” said Dud. So coffee was left to get cold and the entire Supreme Court of All Things Mechanical – Steve, Dud, Doc, Herb and Dew...