Tuesday Morning Musings

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Well, howdy! I’m at the car dealership. Maintenance alerts called to me while I was in South Carolina, so now is the time for more money to be spent on the m-m-m-m-motor vehicle. God willing I’ll get that sucker paid off this year. It used to be fun to go to the dealership to get the car serviced, because I could spend time looking at the new cars. Now, it’s looking at a lot of empty space on the lot. They do have a not-for-sale 2023 HR-V. I used to have an HR-V, and I’ll tell you flat out I’m not impressed with the new model. They did away with the “magic seats” (the back seats folded UP as well as down, allowing for tall items to be placed on the floor). The gas mileage has tanked (pardon the pun), too: the sticker on the window said 28/30. I never got mileage that low in my HR-V. In fact, I averaged about 35 MPG on my trip last week in a CR-V. To tell you the truth, I have my suspicions. There were tons of cars parked at the docks at Charleston that I saw on the ferry ride out to Fort Sumter. You know the saying, “follow the money.” My car was sticker priced at $31,000 or so when I bought it two years ago. Since I bought it during the pandemic I got it for $17,900. In other words, I don’t think there’s a “shortage of cars” as much as a “beneficial time to make up those profits lost during the pandemic.” When the restaurant across the street opens I’ll walk over there and have lunch. After the work is done I’ll probably go to the grocery. For you two people desperately waiting for more music countdowns fear not. I’m working on finalizing the 40-year-old song list for next month. You’ll be amazed at some of the songs that hit “middle age” this year! Then I’ll do the fifty-year-old songs, and that’ll really shock you. Or make you feel old, whichever. My brother is putting new gutters on his house. All of the work he’s doing makes me glad I call people for it. He built the steps on my back porch, and that was intense. He’s no spring chicken anymore, either, but he enjoys doing the work….for now. I expect a text from him any day that says something along the lines of “(Navy cuss words), I’m calling a contractor.” Y’all have a good’n! The Ben Vaughn Combo talking about their m-m-m-motor vehicle: