Wednesday, March 28, 2012
In 1997 I had a problem with our one ton van, and a mechanic at McBee's garage spent six or seven hours getting the right parts and making the brakes work right because another mechanic had put the wrong part in the truck. His name is Ed, an ex-Airforce mechanic and certified auto technician. All of the guys at McBee's are certified, and they always take care of any problem we have with a car without causing another problem or failing to correctly repair the car. Ed is one of my favorite guys in the world, but not a close personal friend.
Today I took the BW's car in for an oil change, which was the second day because they were short handed and I didn't leave it yesterday but told Rick I could come back today. I asked Tom if Ed was sick because I hadn't seen him the last several times I had been in - not for several months. Tom said, Yes - he quit eating last week. He can't lift his arms any more." I asked what was wrong, and Ed has cancer. He's at home. Later I asked Rick when he got back if Diane was still working there, because she was not in several times, but was there sometimes. Rick said that she does work there when she comes in. Rick also said the Ed is 69 years old.
I now suspect the Diane is Ed's wife.
I wish now that I had been nosey and asked about Ed sooner, and because the BW's car needs a valve cover seal and a new brake master cylinder, I'm going back tomorrow. I will try to get Diane's phone number and see if we can at least do some care-taker relief if it's not too late.
I thought I was being courteous, but should have asked questions a lot sooner. Ed's a relatively young guy but obviously a short-timer, and there's nothing I can do about it.