George was over working on a dress (a Halloween costume? I don’t know… she’s always sewing)…

Abe’s dad called me with great urgency yesterday to tell me about a black Volvo 740 or 940 sedan for sale. I wasn’t wholly excited given the price, but figured I’d go check it out. Turns out it was a Volvo 850 Turbo, which, had it been in decent shape, might have been mine by now. Unfortunately, there were just too many little nagging things wrong with it, plus a cracked windshield and nonfunctional A/C, so I had to pass. Too bad – this is the second 850 I’ve had to pull myself away from. They’re such great cars when in good shape.