Another big day

The guy at National Tire and Battery picked up the phone like this the other day: "It's a great day at National Tire and Battery!" He had great cadence and verve, and I was almost convinced, and might have run down there, were it not for the fact the TireRack is the greatest web retailer ever and will eventually run the brick and mortar tire people out of business. But you gotta love the guy on the phone, really putting his heart into it for whatever minimal hourly wage they give him. He was not kidding.

Driving the Subaru this week after a little Check Engine light incident over the weekend, so that if it has a reversion Mary won't be in there with the kids. Time for me to bond with the old girl, all 150 odd thousand miles of her. Today the turn signal light went off for a spell after I used the hazards, just like the cruise control crapped out one day and then worked the next. Is the electrical system a little moody. Hmmm.

No CD player, so I break out a bunch of old tapes. Try one of Mary's, old New Order it says on there, looking for one old song ("Oh you've got green eyes, oh you've got grey eyes....") that was on the CD New Order released in 1982 following Ian Curtis's suicide, and then remastered and rereleased in the 90s in an act of savagery. The tape is in fact a mixed party tape with an outsize portion of New Order, but also with other 80s goodies, some of which I listened to, some of which I never would have. But all told it fleshes out a picture of Mary as someone I would have totally gone out with in college, no question. I see us at this party, dancing, drinking, smelling, smoking, loving those Brits and their synths.