Actually, two weeks ago last Saturday.

Lovely spring day, by Florida standards.  Warm, dry, slightly breezy.  And made even more lovely by the fact that we got our car back, with all the damages repaired and a new headlight on the drivers side to match the one replaced on the passenger side.  We rejoice over the fact that our car looks almost new...

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(Another in the continuing series of why I am leaving Florida the first chance I get.)

No one stopped.

Not one witness stayed.

No one else called 911.

Instead, they went around our slightly wounded vehicle - some honking - and kept going on whatever important task they had at 10:38 on a Saturday morning.  Never mind that said vehicle was obviously ( Read more... )

It wasn't really a squeak that came from the front passenger side as we slowly climbed over the speed-bump.  It was more of an arthritic sound -  not quite a grind, not quite high pitched, but sounding most definitely like something needed to be lubed ( Read more... )