We suggested she take it to a mechanic to find our for sure and go ahead and get it worked on.
We don’t want anyone to think our wife is stingy – well, frugal might be a better word – but if she carries around two many pennies in her purse it gets wet because all the Abes are crying.
Anyway, she refused and summer arrived. It began to get warm and we again suggested she take the car in for a check and some repairs.
"It’s not that hot yet," she told us, "Maybe a few more weeks."
Then it got hot and we made the suggestion again.
"Well, I can roll the window down and it’s not so bad."
The July and August arrived and the mercury creeped up toward the top of the thermometer.
She still wouldn’t budge. The thought of spending all that money when cooler weather would be here soon just didn’t push her over the edge.
Then the fan quit and she found herself between a rock and a hard place. She had been hoping for cooler weather, because then she could turn on the heater and put off the worry about staying cool for another year.
She finally relented and found a mechanic.
For $89.95 – parts and labor – she got the fan repaired. And guess what?
The cold air blows her out of the car!
It wasn’t the compressor after all, but a noisy fan that kept her from being cool all summer.
And because she didn’t have to spend the four hundred bucks, she figures that she has "saved" the difference so she turns on the cool air and heads off to Wal-Mart to do some shopping with her new found fortune.
Make sense? Nope, but then again, how do you figure a woman?
If we eat another piece of chicken, we’re growing feathers!
Last week we had to make a trip to Paducah and searched out a different location to eat. We have tried most of the downtown places and several near the mall. They’re good, but we were looking for something different.
Nick’s Sports Pub was it.
Located near the new Sam’s store, it’s a combination pub, pizza joint, restaurant and family activity center all in one.
And they have some of the best hot wings you will find.
They were so good, we ordered a box of them to go. The same weekend we cooked up our own batch and then when we went to eat lunch Monday the cook was just loading up the buffet with some chicken hot out of the fryer and we loaded our plate.
Now we’re wondering just how many chickens have died over the past week to satisfy our taste. Well, let’s see, 10 hot wings, plus 10 to go, 30 hot wings on the grill plus two legs for lunch. Hummmmm, a chicken has two wings a piece and two legs each, so that amounts to, let’s see, yep, 26 chickens gave of themselves so we could eat.
Unless you consider that the same chicken that gave up two of his wings also was the same one who’s legs were fried on Monday.
We haven’t read anything mentioned in the Bible about an animal heaven, but if the chickens are going to be sharing the same heaven with humans, we figure the humans are going to be outnumbered.
And, if they don’t, then we’re gonna eat up.
Vyron Mitchell is the editor and general manager of The Cadiz Record. He can be reached at email@example.com.