Reversed Polarity
I’m a very poor car mechanic. In that, I’m sure I was a disappointment to my father. Shortly after Diane and I were married, she forbade me to work on the car. It was almost always more expensive when I tried to do the work. The operative word was “tried” to do the work. Probably the best example of ineptitude is the case of my 1966 Renault R-8. I was dirt-poor when I graduated from college. My parents had purchased a car for me when I was in school so that I could work. The problem was, I didn’t make enough money to maintain it. I eventually sold it to a junkyard for fifty bucks. My friend had a quirky old car that had sat for over a year on the street. It needed a clutch and a new battery. The junk yard would give him $25, so that’s what he sold it to me for. I had a friend who could speed shift it to a backyard mechanic he knew who would fix it. I bought a used battery at a junk yard – seems to be a t...