There's is only one shop in Duluth that will touch a 30 year old vanagon, and when I called this morning I was told they couldn't get to it till Friday. After the shock wore off I called back and spoke to another guy who took pity on us and said he could look at Vanna tomorrow, the soonest he could get parts.
So we had Vanna towed to this new shop where now she sits.
It's 37 degrees, raining, miserable. We dropped the rental car off at the airport where there's a mountain of snow piled up from all the plowing they did this winter.
John threatened to hop the next flight out of here. I sure hope he's kidding.
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