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No Mr. Fixit

By on May 30, 2018 in Uncategorized with 0 Comments



By Kari Black

Dad was a kind, generous, loving man, but wasn’t as talented when it came to fixing things.

During my senior year in high school, I skipped school one day, thinking no one would notice, but they did.

When I arrived home at my usual time, he was waiting for me in the garage. As soon as I got out of the car, he put his hand out and asked me for my keys. He then opened the hood and took something out…

I went into the house to see if dinner was ready and if I could help. My mom needed something from the grocery store. I told her I was grounded and that Dad had taken my keys away from me. She gave me a list, and handed me her keys and some money.

I felt a bit bad when I climbed into mom’s car and drove away, as Dad was still in the garage, but oh well.

A couple of weeks later when my grounding was over, Dad went up to the garage and attempted to fix my car — he couldn’t remember what he had done.

He ended up having to call a repairman to come to the house and fix it.

It was the one and only time I got grounded, yet for some reason, it didn’t upset me, but Dad sure felt chagrined to admit he couldn’t remember he had removed the distributor cap.

I never skipped school again.

Kari Black moved to Wenatchee with her daughter from the wet side to be with more family. “It’s a different world, but very beautiful,” she said.

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