Better By a Mile

This morning, I was driving my daughter to school and I noticed that my clock wasn't working in the car.  Oh well, probably popped a fuse.  I decided to turn the radio on to check the time.  No radio.  Hmm, things are getting interesting.  TWO blown fuses?  What are the chances?  Weird.  Seconds later, it starts to drizzle.  I hit the wipers.  Nothing.  I started to panic.  We're running a bit late for school, and now I know I'm going to be late for work...especially if I can't get these stinking wipers to work.  I dropped Charlie off at school and circled back home instead of heading to the office.   Perhaps it was a simple fix.  I pulled into the garage and left it running while I did a quick Google search.  It turns out that I'm not the first victim of this odd happening.  Fortunately, there's almost always some other people who are kind enough to share their similar experiences and solutions.  ...

Damage from a corn stripper - Ouch! Tonight, I was the unlucky recipient of a papercut.  From a cereal box!  How does that even happen?  Putting the groceries away is a pretty simple job.  I was reaching into the bag and I felt that unmistakable slice.  You know the feeling.  It sucks, especially with heavy paper or cardboard.  They don't always bleed, but they seem to always occur in some knuckle or crease in your hand, so you're reminded of it every time you move.  Any cut (big or small), takes me back to one day at the car wash... My dad, sister, and I were strolling through Sunbury, PA one day in the mid-1990's.  My sister and I were on our bikes, pedaling along with Dad in his wheelchair.  As we were passing a car wash, my dad thought it would be a good idea for us to wash our bikes.  He figured that if we were quick enough, we could wash both bikes before our initial 3 minutes ($1.75) ran out.  He said that the tric...