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The Bung-Mobile

Sunday, Nov. 30, 2008 - 12:04 a.m.

So John goes down the stairs to get into the car yesterday afternoon, and drive somewhere -- and the ignition is frozen solid. The wheel won't turn, none of the standard 'get the wheel to unlock' stuff is working, so he calls AAA.

The AAA guy monkeyed around and figured out that something is wrong with the ignition cylinder. However, if the key were tapped into place after being inserted, the connection would be completed and the car would start.

While this did in fact work, and John was able to run errands yesterday, we don't want to risk this sort of thing too much.

And me? I did lots and lots of reading.

We know this is a known and fixable problem. That's not even an issue.

What I personally I am worried about is that the car might not be repaired in time for John to take me to the airport on Thursday morning.

However, we have the greatest mechanic in western civilization, so he might be able to fix this thing fast enough. Wish us luck.

Since John has to tap the key to get the car to function, I've nicknamed it 'Bung'.

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Otherwise, the weekend is continuing apace. I wrote to my dad in law (a former fire chief) to give him an update on my burns, and I jokingly said that I hadn't been aware of how much 'prospecting' I'd been doing with my pointer finger until it had been covered by a bandage, and that I'd been developing a nervous tic.

He wrote back and told me I could try using a spoon. Gotta love this guy.

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That's pretty much it. Have a good Sunday.

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