From May 6, 2019
As Billy drove me home on Saturday evening, I could help but notice the little Honda was making a cacophony of strange noises. I said to him that the car sounded terrible. He said, I’m sorry to tell you, but the car is dying.” He went on to say how he had to have it repaired three times while I was away. The car is nearly 20 years old and is no match for the dreadful roads in our neighborhood. We will soon need to replace it with some a bit bigger and more stable.