I was supposed to go visit my mom this weekend. That did not happen. I got about halfway to Nashville and my car’s brakes started rumbling. Not good. Especially not good when you’re going down a steep, twisty hill, which is the only kind of hill we have around here. So I turned around, came home, and made an appointment for that afternoon to have my car looked at. Turns out, the tiny pin holding one of the brake shoes together um, broke.
red paper boat 