We dropped off the boys in Breezewood so they could spend spring break with the grandparents. Rod's parents met us there, and we traded cars so that Rod's Dad could do a few things to our van. (good things....not like what Rod did to their car!) Anyway, we were driving down 70 (maybe 270...they all look alike) and there is a horrible sound. We knew something was wrong, but wasn't sure exactly what. Rod slowed down to pull over and that's when we saw the light flapping in the wind! It's in the backseat of the car now. Good thing his Dad is a mechanic, I guess.
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