Ugh, tell me about it. It feels like everything is glued shut now. Phones, appliances, even cars. They don't want you fixing stuff, they want you buying new. Makes you feel like you don't really own anything anymore. Just renting it until the next model comes out.

My old boss in Detroit used to say the extra ten minutes of prep always saves an hour of fix. That zip tie trick is just the wiring version of measuring twice.

Wait, you were on a tugboat for two weeks straight? I mean, the noise alone sounds like a special kind of hell. I guess the 37 was the only real choice then.

What car are you driving?

Avoiding arguments is the whole point of a book club.