Never let it be said I don’t pay my debts. Six months ago, my boon companion and vintage-clothing collector C. McL agreed to store my Boxster for the winter. Which is now over but I haven’t had time to go get the car. So it’s still in storage, taking up space in her garage, just sitting there.
Clearly I owe her. “What can I do to repay you?” I inquired, fully expecting that the answer would be
“Nothing.” But instead, she said, “Why don’t you come to a wedding in Minnesota and play guitar for me while I sing?”
Me and my big mouth.