My tire had a big gash in it. I can think of two times when I was driving when it could have happened. One time I just drove into a ditch that was in the side of the road. I cannot remember the place. I knew when it happened it was bad for the car. When I was leaving McDonalds after I ordered two sausage biscuits I drove into the curb. I ate one biscuit the. Started to drive. I knew there was something wrong. A bus driver blew his horn and then yelled. I pulled off the road. I called Rick. He left. His office and then the two of us just sat on the back of the car and waited. He called AAA. There was a big mix up with dis pacers. We did not think anyone would come. Rick called AAron Manis. Finally his wife and so. Came.
After twenty minutes a middle age lady came. She told us we had to move the car. She took over and jacked the car up and then put the spare tire on the front right wheel. She took a picture of our license plate. Exhausted in mind and body I drove home.
For the past week I have had my suitcase out thinking and planing for my pilgrimage, Following in the Footsteps of Paul
Today I went to the bank and picked up my money from Turkey and Greece. I also got extra American money, twenties and tens and fives. I looked at rings. I parked in Rick’s office parking lot. I drove to the church rectory and got out money to par for the bus to DWI. When I was parked in front of the rectory my car stalled. It would not start. I called Rick.
I do not want to write anymore.
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