Monkey balls and Carlita

This is the fruit from an osage orange tree, the trees were used to provide wind cover for vineyards and our elementary school playground was lined with them. We would have fights with them (ouch) until someone got hurt, they are soft ball sized and very dense. We would also put a pair of them in our shirts and laugh until the playground police scolded us and told us to quit. We called them monkey balls.

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Carlita is sick, we dropped her off at the doctor's last night after dinner. She went cold on us Tuesday night at the Parma town mall and it seems the heater core is clogged. I searched last night, after a 40 minute freeze-drive, for the in and out coolant lines as they pass through the firewall and could not positively identify them. Carlita's innards are packed very snugly making it very difficult to determine what you are looking at. So after 45 minutes or so of a doom and gloom rant (mine), Jane and I decided to take Ms. Saturn to the car doctor. Car problems are bad, car problems in the winter are worse, but at least I have a car to have problems with. So the treatment is a coolant flush, $59.95 at Shymski's, and if that doesn't work...well, bundle up little campers.