New Castle News
NEW CASTLE —
I received the dreaded phone call that no one wants to get.
Dean said, "There is nothing more we can do. Your car is not worth fixing."
I lowered my head.
My 2002 Mercury Sable was bought in 2004, off my former Bluff Street neighbor Joe Caravella.
That's 10 years we've been together.
My wife has had four new cars, while me and Old Merc have been traveling over hill and dale together.
Sitting outside in 15-below zero weather, Old Merc started faithfully every day.
I've been true to my car.
I have never thought about any other car, but now I must.
But by the end of February, someone new will have taken her place.
I can see myself driving around in a sporty convertible, looking cool and debonair.
The problem with that is, the few hairs I have left, would get all messed up when I had the top down.
Plus, Wonder Boy is no longer there to drive around.
My next thought would be a small SUV.
I'm not sure how high they are off the ground.
If they are as high as the stools at Applebee's, my wife would never be able to get into the car.
I guess I could let her borrow the steps my dog uses to get on the bed with.
Since I have an elongated body, I need a car seat that goes back far enough, but not have me sitting beside the person in the back seat.
Then there's the car payment thing.
We haven't had a second car payment for seven years.
I assume my wife has been saving all those car payments, and we will be able to pay cash for the new car.
On the other hand, if you see me pulling into the church parking lot in a taxi cab, you'll know that didn't happen.