They do say that a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. Today my AAA card in my hand was worth money in the bank. Dennis had planned this trip to South Dakota for a year. All smiles and fully loaded he left for the weekend this early morning. About 11 a.m. I had myself ready to run some errands. There was a warm breeze and it felt good to let all the kittens out from the porch to get some fresh air. In my trusty old Lincoln I got and when I turned the key . . . there was not even a grunt.
Several weeks ago that had happened and I confessed to Dennis I most likely had left the dome light on or the door was not all the way shut. Dennis put the battery charger on it and all was good. All was good until this morning. Why put off what needs doing? I called down to the corner repair shop. Steve and his son came down within a half hour, started the car with a portable charger and they said they would bring it back with a new battery. I predominantly take care of the car and I do not recall a new battery being needed in the last years. A few minutes after 1 p.m. I got a call from Steve. “Have your AAA card and your checkbook ready we are on our way to your home.” I was sitting on the bench outside the back door when the car was delivered into the garage.
I had kidded Kevin a while back that I had “people.” What I have is a very friendly small town. It does help that we pay our bills. Small town businesses often have to carry customers by default. Money does talk, but not as much as a friendly relationship when your town is small and everybody knows your name. Kind of like the television series “Cheers” of a time gone by. My small town allows me to know that I am really never in a bind. It’s a good thing.