Mercury Mistake

Got a phone call from my brother just a few minutes ago. Turns out they were sitting on the side of I-65 in Franklin, TN--their car had just quit on them. It's a Mercury Mystique, which they jokingly call the "Mercury Mistake," and it's an apt nickname. Not a good time for the car--an absolute lemon, like its Ford counterpart--to break down, though at least we managed to get them to McKenzie, unpacked, and true owners of the house.

Hard to be helpless in this situation, though. Thankfully, we know Certain Persons in Nashville who were able to offer a little assistance. They have saved our bacon too many times to count.