A Good Day
Finally, after considerable inactivity, two young bucks speaking the fastest Spanish I’ve heard yet came rambling up our drive in their little van to install my cable Internet. Their gear: an enormous ladder, wooden cable spool, and a Zenith modem twice the size and weight of my computer—-what a sight! You should have seen the smile on my face.
I had to help the short one heave a stretch of cable line onto the roof to his partner, then supervised the endeavor as best as I knew how. In the end, it was up and running to my satisfaction.
That same morning—-it was a day to remember, believe me—-I drove home a white ’92 Volvo 240GL with only 128,000 kilometers, which is like a drive in the country in Volvo-speak. It’s easily three feet longer than our mini-van back in Cincinnati. A jewel.
(The Volvo & the little master)
I had to help the short one heave a stretch of cable line onto the roof to his partner, then supervised the endeavor as best as I knew how. In the end, it was up and running to my satisfaction.
That same morning—-it was a day to remember, believe me—-I drove home a white ’92 Volvo 240GL with only 128,000 kilometers, which is like a drive in the country in Volvo-speak. It’s easily three feet longer than our mini-van back in Cincinnati. A jewel.
(The Volvo & the little master)
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