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A Sad Sad Day

For two years and a half now I have had what I have always wanted and have blogged about it several times and sent numerous referrals over to Truman Pratt. Truman’s my car guy. It makes me think of the guy in Crocodile Dundee II that ways, “Oh, I don’t need one, I’ve got a Donk”.

Dave was explaining a while ago how easy it was to replace a certain part on my car with this new wondertool or something like that and I asked why I would be remotely interested. And he said something like, “You have to have one of these if you are going to be able to work on your car…” and it just jumped out. “Oh, I don’t need one, I’ve got a Truman.”

But it appears my joy is shorter lived than I had expected. I knew he had to retire someday. No he’s not retiring. It’s worse than that. He’s sold his shop and is moving off to Missouri. I’m happy for him. I saw some photos of his property that they are building their dream house on. It has two big ponds that are full to the brim with largemouth bass and catfish. They boil when you throw cat food in the water.

But as happy as I am for him, (He’s definitely earned it) I am indeed sorrowful when I think of how I’ll have to find me a new car guy. It only took me 19 years to find the first one. I wonder how long it’ll take to find a new one.