It’s the first day of spring, and I’m not doing so well. Today’s the anniversary of buying my first car, the car that ended up a home for an addicted woman in Columbus, and I haven’t been driving in three months. Serendipity is parked in front of my house, and she won’t start. This has been going on for three months now. It’s something to do with the wiring. The Lost Girl’s uncle won’t return calls and we’ve given up... Read more