Saturday, February 17, 2007
A Few Small Repairs
Sunny came home with a list of names
She didn't believe in transcendence
It's time for a few small repairs she said
-- Shawn Colvin, "Sunny Came Home"
Last night I called my mechanic and got great news: all it took to fix my car was to bang the little motor that switches the transmission back and forth from 4 Wheel Drive, with a hammer. It's working perfectly now. And he fixed a vaccum hose that had been improperly connected. He charged me his minimum, $30. I thought I was looking at $400 or $500 worth of transmission work. I ran over there last night and now have my beloved beat-to-shit 1994 Blazer again.
When I turned the Sirius satellite radio on in my truck this morning, Marvin Gaye's "Can I Get a Witness" was playing on Little Steven's Underground Garage. It's all good today.
Since my car was repaired, I was able to run up to Evanston this morning and write out a check for $203.04 to "Nabih's, Inc," and get my little ibook back. It's back where it belongs, on my kitchen counter. BTW, I highly recommend these guys. I had a very bad experience with another company in Evanston that specializes in Macs. They got my ibook to me quickly at a reasonable cost. And they repair any computer, not just Macs.
The water main is still broken, and still making a mess of our block. My wife talked to someone at the water department and they informed her that there were people in other neighborhoods who still have not got water, going on 9 days now, and referred to it as a "mini Katrina." Since everybody on our block still has water service, we're not a priority.
When I got home from work yesterday afternoon, I changed my clothes and went out and helped some people get their cars out of the ice.
My neighbors didn't ask anybody-- we all just saw them trying to get their cars out, and people just started coming out of their houses with tools to help. A couple of the guys were standing in water up to their ankles. We chopped and shoved and got their cars out. I love my neighborhood.
Some people, though, are going to have to wait. Like these guys.
This guy wasn't iced in, but he had an unpleasant surprise.
But he must have taken care of it today. A city truck came by this morning and took his Denver Boot off. Things were fixed even for him today.
Do they call them "Denver Boots" in Denver?
And last night, I got some very good news about my friend Mark's death. More on that when the wheels turn a few times-- the wheels of justice, in this case.
A few small repairs.