There's No Place Like Home
May. 22nd, 2018 06:34 pmI had to run into Sparks today to take the minivan to Big O Tires to have them rotate the tires and look at the brakes, which have been doing some squealing lately. On my way out of town, I went by the espresso drive-through where we posted my campaign sign yesterday, having depended on the owner's word that it was okay to post it on her fence.
The sign was gone. Again. This time it was piled up in the back of their lot. The owner wasn't there, and the people in the stand knew nothing about it, so I picked it up and put it back in the Astro and headed home, where I left it with Lisa, who, while I was gone to Sparks, posted it in one of the few spots where I think nobody is going to take it down.
( Well-Traveled Sign )
It was equally frustrating getting to Sparks due to an accident on I-80, but I managed to get there before they closed. And even better, after rotating the tires and inspecting the brakes, they told me that there is plenty of brake shoe on them, and that the squeaking might be due to moisture from the recent rains. That, at least, was a relief.
The sign was gone. Again. This time it was piled up in the back of their lot. The owner wasn't there, and the people in the stand knew nothing about it, so I picked it up and put it back in the Astro and headed home, where I left it with Lisa, who, while I was gone to Sparks, posted it in one of the few spots where I think nobody is going to take it down.
( Well-Traveled Sign )
It was equally frustrating getting to Sparks due to an accident on I-80, but I managed to get there before they closed. And even better, after rotating the tires and inspecting the brakes, they told me that there is plenty of brake shoe on them, and that the squeaking might be due to moisture from the recent rains. That, at least, was a relief.