You Dream Flat Tires...

"Well, did you get Erin home safe and sound last night?" I asked Charlie over his phone at noon.

Janice and he had already arrived at my brother's house for Thanksgiving dinner.

"It was just a flat tire," Charlie replied over a din of busy talking in the background. "Nothing major. I should've brought you along. It wouldn't have taken you ten minutes to change it."

I was glad to hear it wasn't anything major wrong with Erin or the Car.

"I am bringing you a big plate of Thanksgiving fixins later this afternoon," Charlie told me. "Look for me around 5 pm."

"Sounds great, Charlie," I replied. "And Happy Thanksgiving!"