<p>^^^ Our first car was DH’s Ford…came over the top of a bridge, car stalled and hiccuped and died, and when I looked in the mirror, a transit Bus was trying to dodge me. Clipped the rearview passenger’s mirror off. Also coming around a cloverleaf, the door latch released and the driver’s door opened. I still remember looking down at the pavement as I leaned out to grab it and pull it shut. Annnd…it died its final time in the middle of a busy intersection. No cellphones… I sat on the curb and cried until I felt someone sit down next to me. A nice policeman hugged me and says “Your day really isn’t going well, is it” and called a towtruck. They weren’t allowed to put me in the truck, so I had to walk the 10 blocks or so to the garage. It took our month’s pay to get it fixed enough to drive it home. </p>
<p>What’s that Chinese curse? “May you receive everything you wish for” ? </p>