So after a sunny Sunday topped up with exuberant bike riding and one of his all-time favorite meals at his all-time favorite Jersey hamburger stand, Charlie woke up on Monday morning with heavy-duty sniffles, a gurgly cough, and a hot forehead. Jim had gone out to wait for the bus while I got Charlie ready and I found myself running out to tell Jim that Charlie wouldn’t be going to school today. I went back inside, where Charlie was standing up, rather wobbly, and assured him he could stay home and before you know it he was stretched out on …read more

“No” was Charlie’s not unsurprising response—-with his eyebrows (no other word describes it) furrowed—-when I told him we’d have to drive the bluish Mercury Milan parked across the condo parking lot. Jim had rented it late Thursday night at Newark airport and I’m sure Charlie had paid it no attention when he got on the bus Friday morning. Now he was standing beside the black car, whose right rear tire was a small spare with a yellow sticker and looking forlorn. I tried to find words to explain: “It has a flat tire—the tire’s broken” (what in the world was …read more

With gas prices up, drivers push closer to the end of the tank and more towing services are getting called—–don’t think I can do this and strand Charlie and me on the left lane of the Pulaski Skyway!