Monday, April 25, 2016
Sent from my iPad
It sounds like we have a flat. I think we have a flat." Sister holt/
"nah we're fine. The car would be pulling to one side."
Thursday: we drive to new Albany, Indiana. We drive home. We drive to
an appointment and as we are leaving we hear metal scraping the
ground. "Sister holt, we have a flat tire." So I get out and look.