Jen’s parents and cousin did arrive late Tuesday and after a brief visit with them I turned in so I could catch a few winks before getting up in time to get back to the store early the next morning to go out with the weekly Wednesday morning group. I got up bright and early thinking I’d drive in to the store early and get a blog post up. I walked outside and turned the key in what we affectionately call “the little truck” which is my old Ford Ranger. Always being a good runner, it started right up but when I put it in gear to drive away it wouldn’t move. I knew exactly what it was, the brakes were frozen, namely the rear left where I’ve had this problem before. I didn’t have time to deal with it then so I went back in and grabbed the keys to the other truck saving the task for an impromptu break job for daylight hours.