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The Joys of Owning an American Car

We recently purchased a Mercury. It’s a good car that has been well taken care of by its former owner. My wife drives it, and she likes it.

But it didn’t take long for me to notice a difference between it and the Honda I’ve driven for the past 25 years. On the day we bought the Mercury, I noticed that one of the brake lights was out.

When a brake light went out on my Honda, I followed these steps:

  1. Drive to the auto parts store.
  2. Pop the trunk.
  3. Turn the large handle (by hand) and remove the light cover.
  4. Twist the socket out of its hole.
  5. Remove the light bulb.
  6. Purchase a replacement light bulb.
  7. Place the new bulb in the socket.
  8. Twist the socket back into its hole.
  9. Replace the light cover.
  10. Close the trunk.
  11. Drive home.

Total elapsed time — 15 minutes

Total cost — $1.50

Here are the steps I took to replace a brake light on the Mercury.

  1. Pop the trunk to make sure the process is as simple as it was in the Honda.
  2. Remove the tabs that hold the carpeting to the trunk sides.
  3. Bend down the carpeting to expose the lights.
  4. Locate the rubber cup that appears to be the socket for the brake light.
  5. Attempt to twist the cup off.
  6. Attempt to pull the cup off.
  7. Attempt to twist and pull simultaneously to get the cup off.
  8. Get the owner’s manual from the glove compartment.
  9. Read the directions for replacing a brake light.
  10. Reread the directions for replacing a brake light.
  11. Look at the illustration next to the directions for replacing a brake light.
  12. Try to figure out if the illustration is illustrating the directions for replacing a brake light.
  13. Call my wife.
  14. Hand my wife the owner’s manual to see if she can make any more sense out of it than I could.
  15. Watch as my wife attempts to twist and/or pull the cup off.
  16. Wife suggests that somebody at the auto parts store will probably know how to replace the light bulb.
  17. Wonder if any of the bolts that stick out into the trunk might give access to the light but dismiss that idea as way too complicated.
  18. Drive to the auto parts store.
  19. Purchase a new light bulb.
  20. Ask the man behind the counter if he knows how to replace the bulb.
  21. Walk out to the car with the man and watch as he attempts to twist and/or pull the cup off.
  22. Thank the man for trying to help.
  23. Drive two miles down the road to the mechanic.
  24. Explain the problem to the man in the office.
  25. Man calls a mechanic to change the light bulb.
  26. Mechanic takes my keys and drives my car into a bay.
  27. Follow the car into the bay and watch as the mechanic tries to twist and/or pull the cup off.
  28. Mechanic walks across the shop to get an electric drill and attaches a socket.
  29. Mechanic attempts to remove a bolt from the inside of the trunk.
  30. Mechanic then walks across the shop again and tries a different socket.
  31. Mechanic removes five nuts from bolts sticking into the trunk.
  32. Mechanic replaces two of the nuts onto bolts because they have nothing to do with the brake light.
  33. Mechanic removes a two-foot long section of lights from the rear of my car.
  34. Mechanic twists the socket out of its hole.
  35. Mechanic removes the light bulb.
  36. Mechanic installs the new light bulb.
  37. Mechanic then walks across the shop to get a rod.
  38. Mechanic places the rod in the front seat in such a way that the brake pedal is held down.
  39. Notice that the brake light does not go on.
  40. Mechanic then walks across the shop and gets a wand to test the power.
  41. Mechanic sticks the wand into the socket. It lights up.
  42. Mechanic removes the wand and inserts the light bulb. It does not light up.
  43. Mechanic removes the light bulb and sticks the wand into the socket. It lights up.
  44. Mechanic removes the wand and inserts the light bulb and wiggles it. It lights up while it’s being wiggled but goes out when it’s not being wiggled.
  45. Mechanic explains that the problem is in the socket. He removes the socket and hands it to me.
  46. Mechanic sets the two-foot long section of lights into the back of the car and attaches the three nuts.
  47. Walk into the office and explain that the problem wasn’t fixed but it was identified. I ask how much I owe and pay $5.00.
  48. Drive back to the auto parts store and hand the faulty socket to the man behind the counter.
  49. Man says one word — “dealer.”
  50. Drive seven miles to the nearest Mercury dealer.
  51. Walk inside and stand in front of the counter for 10 minutes while at least 12 men in dealer uniforms chat and laugh with each other.
  52. Step up close to the counter so I can’t help but be noticed.
  53. Man behind the counter finally asks if he can help me. I show him the socket.
  54. Man tells me I’m in Service. I need to be in Parts. He points me in the right direction.
  55. Walk into the Parts department and stand in front of the counter while six men in dealer uniforms busily push buttons on their computers.
  56. Man tells me he’ll be with me as soon as he can, then walks out of the room.
  57. Second man looks at me and says something consisting of at least 12 words, none of which I understand because he’s saying it as he’s walking out of the room.
  58. Continue standing.
  59. Third man, after wait of about seven minutes, gets off the phone and asks if he can help me.
  60. Hand third man the socket.
  61. Man types something in his computer and says that the part is not in stock but that he can order it.
  62. Ask how long it will take to get it.
  63. Man says it is in Chicago and should be available the next day.
  64. Give man my name and phone number and listen to him say he will call as soon as the part is in.
  65. Drive home.
  66. The next day, wait for a phone call that doesn’t doesn’t come.
  67. The day after that, wait for a phone call that doesn’t come.
  68. Look up the dealership on the Internet so I can call and ask if the part is in. Every click I try to make on the website looking for a phone number for the Parts department takes me to a form on which I can order parts.
  69. Decide to stop at the dealer on the way home, just in case.
  70. Drive to the dealer.
  71. Walk into the Parts department and stand there while seven men in dealer uniforms eat donuts and belch.
  72. First man from two days earlier again says he will be will me as soon as he can.
  73. Man asks, after a wait of about six minutes, how he can help me.
  74. Tell him I’m there to pick up a part and give him my name.
  75. Man looks it up on the computer, then asks if I’m waiting for a light bulb.
  76. Explain that I’m waiting for a light socket.
  77. Man looks at his computer again, then lumbers into another room.
  78. Man comes out with my part after five minutes or so.
  79. Pay for the part.
  80. Drive home.
  81. Open the trunk.
  82. Unscrew the bolts from the inside of the trunk by hand.
  83. Remove the two-foot section of lights from the read of my car.
  84. Attach the socket to the wire.
  85. Place the new light bulb in the socket.
  86. Step on the brake pedal to make sure it works. It does.
  87. Replace the two-foot section of lights.
  88. Thread the three nuts onto the bolts on the inside of my trunk as far as I can by hand.
  89. Discover that the bolts don’t fit any of the sockets on my conventional or metric socket set.
  90. Tighten the bolts with an adjustable wrench.
  91. Lay the carpeting against the wall of the trunk.
  92. Replace the tab.
  93. Close the trunk.

Total elapsed time — 4 days

Total cost — $25.25

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Worth the Wait

It all started here — when I posted the results of my Pop-Tart taste test.

My niece sent my post to the fine folks at Kellogg’s and received this response — promising coupons and a gift.

Five months and a series of increasingly-testy e-mails later, I finally received my gift. It’s a plastic container.

The instructions were to put Pop-Tarts in the container and then put the container in the freezer. When the letters on the front change color, the Pop-Tarts are frozen and ready to eat — assuming you want to eat them frozen.

I’m happy to say that it works and was well worth the wait.

For the record, I bought and tried the new limited-edition flavor — Choc-o-Lantern. They are just Frosted Chocolate Fudge with a different-colored frosting. Fortunately my daughters were around to eat most of them.

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Door County — Last Sunday

This day was a little bit sunnier, a little bit warmer, and a little bit less windy — which made it just about perfect. On my way down to the bathhouse, a female Pileated Woodpecker flew out of the woods and landed in a wild grape vine. I got within 15 feet of her as she foraged for about five minutes. I’ve never been closer to one, but, of course, I didn’t have my camera — I didn’t expect to see anything noteworthy in the bathroom.

After a delightful breakfast of pancakes and sausages, we drove south to Sturgeon Bay to visit the Door County Maritime Museum. Admission was $7 for adults and $4 for children 17 and under — probably the last time in our lives we’ll ever pay children’s rates for one of our own kids. The lady behind the counter wasn’t overly pleasant. She asked if we wanted to tour the tugboat docked behind the museum. When I said yes, she informed me that it cost an additional $5. I shrugged and said, “If I can pay $17 for a fish boil, I can certainly pay $12 to get into a museum.” The lady cracked a smile, and from then on was rather nice. I asked her if she liked fish boils. She said yes, but without the butter and salt. Since the butter and salt provide ALL the flavor, I’m not sure what she likes about it.

Anyway, we had our own private tour of the tug, the John Purves.

Our guide used to work on tugs and was part of the crew that restored this one. He was passionate about the boat, which made for a very interesting tour.

Everything was meticulously cleaned and cared for. Every surface had been scraped and painted — the entire boat looked brand new. Amazing, considering it had been built in New Jersey in 1919 and saw service in the Caribbean, the Great Lakes, the Aleutians during World War II and back in the Great Lakes until 2000. It started as a steam tug but was converted to diesel in 1957. Only the hull and a few other bits are original.

A Chicago fire boat was docked nearby.

The museum itself was impressive, for the most part. Sturgeon Bay has been a major ship-building center for most of its history, and many of the displays focused on this. A periscope poked up through the roof and gave a 360° view of the town.

One entire wing of the museum was given over to an exhibit on haunted lighthouses and was, frankly, ridiculous. It took the whole idea of ghosts very seriously while, at the same time, openly admitting that there might not (might not?) be any basis for believing in them. A display on the way ghosts manifest themselves included flickering lights and moving curtains. I’ve been in rooms with flickering lights lots of times. I’ve always referred to it as “a short somewhere.” And I lived in a house in which the curtains moved all the time. We called it “crummy windows.”

(Let me just say for the record that I do not, and will not, believe that people wander around the earth after their deaths. And while I acknowledge the existence of evil spirits, I refuse to believe they spend their time dragging chains across lighthouse floors and opening cupboards.)

It was almost 2:00 when we got out of the museum. The lady behind the counter told me about a causeway that let out into the bay where we could eat our picnic lunch of cheese, crackers and fruit. It was very nice, but a bit too windy and cool to make for an enjoyable picnic spot.

We ended up sitting in the parking lot of the maritime museum, backs against our cars. It was a little weird, but fun.

On our way back north to our campsite, we stopped at Jorn’s Sugar Bush for maple syrup. A very nice woman walked over from her house, took our money and told us the story of her life. Her family has been making maple syrup on that site for several generations. I asked if she had any maple sugar candy. She said no, but she told us how to make it.

Back at Peninsula State Park, we climbed the Eagle Tower and looked at Door  County in the late-afternoon sun.

Looking across Eagle Harbor to Ephraim, with the main part of Lake Michigan in the distance.

At the campsite that night, several Barred Owls serenaded us in the surrounding woods. Right after we went into our tents, one perched in a tree in our campsite and called for about 10 minutes. Very cool.

We took our time on Monday morning. Breakfast was leftover kringle and sausage. We burned the rest of our firewood and headed home.

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Door County — Last Saturday

We woke up to a cool, overcast, windy morning. A few of us wandered down to the shore where we were greeted with this view. That’s Horseshoe Island in the center of the pan.

We’d stopped on the way north on Friday and bought four kringles in Racine, and that’s what we had for breakfast.

We then went for a stroll through the woods, pushing over trees as we went.

Our destination was Eagle Bluff Lighthouse. It was also the destination of about 500 other people, so we had to sit around for a while before our tour began.

Our tour guide was an older local gentleman who was very proud of the fact that he knew the sons of the last keepers. He had an interesting style of talking that consisted of suddenly walking away from the group without warning, talking the entire time in a soft voice which caused us to miss much of what he was saying. Once we got inside, he pointed to a few photos, then left us on our own to wander about. Several of the rooms were filled with paintings of the lighthouse that were for sale. Here’s the upstairs bedroom that our guide’s buddies slept in.

And a view of Green Bay from as far up the tower as we were allowed to go.

We walked back to our campsite, stopping to do some shopping at the park gift shop and watch some wind surfers on the way.

We ate lunch at Al Johnson’s in Sister Bay. It’s a Swedish restaurant famous for its sod roof complete with goats.

The whole county was crawling with tourists up for the fall color season, and most of them decided to eat at Al Johnson’s. We had to wait for the better part of an hour. I played the Gift Shop Game — there was absolutely nothing there that I would want, even if it was free.

We were split on whether or not the waiter’s pronounced Swedish accent was authentic (it wasn’t). I wanted to eat something authentic. I decided on Swedish pancakes with cherries. This was a mistake. The pancakes were good, but the topping was way over the top. It wasn’t until after I finished that it occurred to me I could have scraped some of it off.

These shots were taken at one of the overviews in the park.

After our huge lunch, we decided on a late supper. Several members of our party took naps while a few of us walked along the shore a ways. Later, I wandered down again and took this shot.

My wife made Polish sausages (boiled in apple cider, then cooked over the fire) for supper. My daughter made her molasses sugar cookies, which have become a camping tradition.

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