Today is my oldest son's 12th birthday. All nine of us got up early to drive the 35 miles to St. Catherine's for Mass. About one mile after the last Gas station for some 15-20 miles, the car just died. We pulled over. I did the usual checks with nothing obvious jumping out at me. So we all got out and started hoofing it back to that last filling station.
She exclaimed surprise upon hearing my reply: "No, we're just a family...."
Still awaiting the diagnosis and the damage from our small holding in Bethune,
Oremus pro invicem!