Try This Audio
“Try this.” The old man shouted from behind the raised hood.
“Nothing,” I said pushing the ignition switch again. We had been at this for over an hour.
“Ok, try that.” He shouted again.
“Still nothing. Look sir, I called road side assistance already. They said they would be here in a couple more minutes.”
“Ok, give that a shot.”
“Nope, no change.” I had no idea what he was doing up there, or if he was doing anything.
“You’re sure you have the right button?”
I looked down at the dash and realized that the key was not in.
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Monday, December 12, 2011
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Help
Help Audio
When I was a kid we didn’t visit my family much. We never lived close enough to, so when we did visit, it was something special. One year I found an old record player up in my grandmother’s attic. It wasn’t an antique but one that had belonged to my mother shortly before she moved out. The first album I found was HELP, by the Beatles. After having listened to Kenny Rogers, John Denver and The Carpenters most of my life, this was the greatest thing I had ever heard. To this day that song reminds me of her house.
When I was a kid we didn’t visit my family much. We never lived close enough to, so when we did visit, it was something special. One year I found an old record player up in my grandmother’s attic. It wasn’t an antique but one that had belonged to my mother shortly before she moved out. The first album I found was HELP, by the Beatles. After having listened to Kenny Rogers, John Denver and The Carpenters most of my life, this was the greatest thing I had ever heard. To this day that song reminds me of her house.
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