Doing PawPaw Chores

 Several weeks ago, grandson Zach told me that his car wasn't starting properly.  We got it into the shop, and I had a son come over and we could not diagnose the problem. When I, with an ace mechanic stood over the car, it started fine.  The mechanic told me that the starter was the original in the car, and when it finally died, replace the starter.

I remember going to my grandad when I was a stripling youth with mechanical troubles.  He would sigh deeply, put on his shoes and come out to the shop where we would fix whatever was broken on the car.  I remember those days fondly.

Zach drives a 2004 Toyota Corolla that was bought brand-new by my Dad.  He died in 2007 and Mom drove it until they took the keys away.  Now it's Zach's car and he loves it  It's his first car, and we all remember our first car. (Mine was a 1960 Ford Falcon).

Zach came to me today.  His car would not start.  I sighed deeply and went outside to the driveway, where we made room in the garage and pushed his car into it.  Got out some tools, watched a YouTube video and started tearing into it.   In about an hour, we had the starter out, went to the auto store and got a replacement.  While the starter was out, we checked the battery.  Meh.

By the time it was cocktail hour, we had a new starter and battery in the car.  I was pleased to see that his air filter is clean, so he's doing basic maintenance.  He took a shower and now he's off doing whatever it is young men do on a Friday evening.  As for me, I'm having a cocktail and nursing a sore back from pushing a Corolla into the garage.  I think I'll have one more, then go get a shower myself.

That's why this place is named PawPaw's House.  It's all about the grandkids.