I was responding to a letter I got from Kathy.... she mentioned that she thinks she does things sometimes that maybe she shouldn't be trying to do just to prove she's still alive... that she can do things people think she can't.... so I had written this Cara story then decided to share it....    I know what you mean about doing things maybe you shouldn't be... a kind of statement of independence.... Years ago I had to go to Texas to pick up my dad....  Cara went with me and its another beautiful memory....  Fun and crazy...  She locked the keys in the truck.... but we got a coat hanger and got the door opened without much trouble....  It was actually kind of fun being on a road trip... just her and me.... and working on a problem together... Well.... we had lots of fun.... lots of problems.... LOL   Honestly back then I had a can do about me....   I sure miss that me....  A fuel filter on the truck was getting fouled...  Now I don't know much about mechanics.... but I knew a little more after that trip....  anyhoo.... I got dad picked up... and we're headed to Dallas area.... and the fouled filter is making the trucik chug a chug....   I didn't have a lot of money on me.... didn't think I could afford a tow truck....  so I was some worried.... This is after daddy had developed Parkinsons.... His motor skills were close to nonexistent.... so there was no need to think he could fix it.... but.... his mind was intact.... so he told me that he thought the filter was located on top of the gas tank....  I pull into an Auto Zone parking lot.... crawl under the truck.... not an easy feat as I'm a good sized woman... omg..... but I prided myself on my can do it ability....  Ok... it takes forever... or it seemed like it... Daddy's right... there it is a plastic box like thing with the connecting like parts on top....  I finally manage to get the fuel filter off... take it in to Auto Zone... The young man working there... thankfully he knows more than I do about mechanical stuff.... He says... they don't have the replacement filter...  and he adds further he doesn't think the filter is clogged... he shows me how the fluid... gasoline inside this little boxy part of the filter is clean...  uh oh... what to do.... but wait... the kid explains to me that there is a fuel filter connected to the carburetor....  and that filter is the one that commonly gets clogged and needs changing....  OK.... back to the truck.... get the filter by the tank back in place... everything connected... tightened....  whoo..... now... get the filter by the carburetor off....  that one was actually pretty easy to get off.... took about 5 minutes...... GRRRRRRR   oh and yes I sure did... !@@#@!#$XXX#%&@!&   just a little.... ok... maybe more than a little....   Go in.... yep... its fouled... the kid shows me the thick gunky sludge stuff in the filter...  UGH.... but this is no time to be missy... so.... new filter.... $3.00  WOW  that was cool.... only $ 3.00 ....  Put it on.... tighten everything....   Start the truck and its fixed....  Yes!!!   Its pretty late.... so we find a place to eat and get a room for the night.... The next morning we've been on the road for about 3 hours and dad says.... you know we could have had the truck towed to a mechanic shop... I forgot he said.... but I have a plan that covers  me for any vehicle I'm driving or a passenger in for towing and stuff....  OH WOW!!!  When daddy said that I could have screamed.... because guess what.... I had Triple AAA.... I'd gotten it for the first time in my life about a month before... but hadn't even thought about it.... GRRRRRRR Oh well... I still felt kind of smug because I had managed to fix the truck my own self.....   YAY..... LOL   I mainly wanted to share this story because as I wrote Cara and my dad were beside me in the truck.... rolling down the interstate....  I sure am glad for the memories....  No matter what.... Thank You Daddy.... Thank you Cara.... Thank you all my loved ones.... I am so grateful for the memories....