Lost Journal: What's with plastic bags on disabled cars?
Today, my wife, Amanda, and I drove 300 miles to attend a family reunion in Fairlee, Vt. To be more exact, we drove 255 miles before breaking down on Interstate 91. A loud "rap-rap-rap-rap" sound was followed by billows of foul smoke, forcing us to pull over.
- Feb. 17, 2012








