Headlights, Gravy, and the American Montage

Yesterday morning was odd, and unsettling.

I spent hours getting Lisa’s car inspected. For once, though, the TV in the repair shop waiting room was off, and this was a welcome stroke of luck, as it meant I wouldn’t have to watch the Rachel Ray show, or the Wendy Something show, or (lord love a duck) the View. Usually when I’m there, some program of that …