I just might be the luckiest person in the world.
Only hours after finishing last week’s column about the reliable ol’ Jeep, Iāheaded out to the parking lot after the end of a long work day to find my Jeep didn’t start.
I tilted my head back in frustration and let out a big sigh before panic set in. I was supposed to meet my cousin Tina in Hanover for dinner at 6 p.m. and was already running late.