The service engine soon light now stays on in the wagon. The engine needs more than just service. The transmission is dying and we can’t afford to replace it. Doug made the mistake of telling his mother about the wreck yesterday and she was so angry she had to end their conversation. I know what she’s thinking. “When we gave you that car it was just like new.” It was “clean” as a car fresh out of the factory but not like a new car in any other way. It came to us with the cheapest am/fm stereo available in the dealership and as soon as we turned the radio on the speakers started going out. It had several small dings and dents that she somehow denied existed. It had a zillion miles on it and had never been driven anywhere but around flat as a pancake Ohio. On the “hills” of East TN it runs like the little engine that couldn’t.