A favorite saying of my late father, and I am my father’s
son. I need to replace the windshield wiper control module on my 1995 Ford Taurus. It is secured by two 5.5 mm
bolts. Problem? Location.
This is located under the dash near the firewall and my fat
75 year old body cannot twist and slide enough for me to see it. I’m trying to
use a mirror and flashlight (yes, it is
dark under there) to get my verdamnit tomsadasity socket wrench on the bolts
without success.
I’m not yet defeated but need a bigger mirror and better
lighting. What doesn’t help is my cheapskate ways and unwillingness to spend
any real money. Next up is the $60 or so for a new part.
Another petard I hoist myself on is my unwillingness to ask
anyone for help. Yeah, it is a character flaw.
Spend money and take it to a pro? Surely you jest.
What I am going to spend some money is for a professional
print, probably on canvas of this picture my daughter-in-law sent me taken
Thanksgiving. Her friend who took the picture photo shopped my late son’s image
into the background.
That will be framed and go on my wall.
