Well, I didn't intend to do another entry. But here's the scoop:
Cliff's brother, Donald, is sort of a "loose cannon". (That's him in the picture.) He's been married at least five times, not to mention the women he's lived with in between marriages.
He's a great mechanic, if he doesn't get in too big a hurry. If he works on your car, you always keep in mind the "Donald factor". In other words, if he got restless or antsy while doing the job, it may not work out.
Donald is coming here to take us to Wisconsin. Or, he was. We'd go in his SUV-type vehicle, and the rest of us would split the gasoline costs.
He called Cliff the other day and mentioned that his vehicle hadn't been running quite right.
Cliff told him if there was a problem, we could take our Mercury Grand Marquis. Five people will fit in it, and there's a big trunk. Don told him he'd see how his car did on the way here, but he figured it would get us to Wisconsin.
I got a call from Don about a half-hour ago. He's in the area, but he wanted me to call some guy for him and tell him to come and get him. Which I did.
Evidently the guy was expecting a call, because he immediately said, "I'll go get him."
It's the Donald factor. I love Cliff's family (I mean that with all my heart); there's never been a dull moment.
Now I'm sitting here wondering who is going to sit in the middle, in the back seat of our car, on the way to Wisconsin.
Pray for us. (We'll have a blast.)