29 March 2006: We should have known that last Wednesday was going to be a hard day (the day Tom fell off the ladder) when it started like this. With the melting snow, I'd noticed umpteen nails, etc. in the mud in front of the house from all the construction. So, I wisely cautioned Tom to not drive down there until the water and mud dried up and we had a chance to go around with the magnet to pick up the nails, screws, tacks, etc. So, arriving that morning, I drove - as usual - up to the trapper cabin (a safe place) to park. I get out and hear, "Ssssss." I look at Tom, worried. He says that it's just moisture on the hot engine. I unload the car. I still hear, "Sssssss!" There, clear as day, is a big ol' electrician's tack in one of my front tires - both nails of it stuck in. Oy vey.
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