We had the Sentra towed to the garage Tuesday. And Charlie said “You broke it again?” This time it was the starter. Old. Too old. Worn out. Story is, Anne and I sneaked over to the pear orchard next to Liz’s, to take a picture of pear blossoms for FB. Stopped in the long long narrow driveway pointed toward her house to slog around in the off-road mud. When it was time to go, no go! Walked to Liz’s, blessed her for being home, called a tow truck, and then realized we were facing the wrong direction. The truck somehow had to get in front of us. The driver was a big strong guy who–with Anne’s help– pushed the Sentra all the way to the turnaround in Liz’s front yard and got it turned around.