In a Pickle
depressed, I think about the things that make me happy, like buying a new car. I rarely end up buying one, which makes me happy that I’ve saved all that money, and then I’m no longer depressed. I’m hoping I don’t get depressed anytime soon, because this time I might actually succumb to temptation and buy a new vehicle, since my current ride, a 2013 Ford Flex, has more than 170,000 miles on it. When I glance at the odometer, I hear my Grandpa Hank’s voice warning me to sell my cars when they cross the 75,000-mile mark. I’m 95,000 miles past his benchmark, and I keep expecting the engine to
