BULLDOG
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- Jun 3, 2014
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My 20-year-old Dodge diesel with almost half million miles on it has a sound. Too heavy to be a valve, but not hard enough to be a rod knocking. Either way, it's time for a new one. No big deal. It's money I didn't expect to spend, and I'll miss the old grey goose, but I knew it would happen eventually. Dr, daughter wants to buy me a new one for Christmas. That might not be a problem for some, but for me it's a bit of a ding to my ego. That's my little girl. I'm supposed to look out and care for her. She' not supposed to be buying me a truck. She says her accountant told her to either spend the money before the first of the year or pay it in taxes. Logic says take the truck, and I probably will, but my ego isn't so sure. When she was in med school, I used to tease her and say she was my retirement program, but I didn't mean it. Oh well, I guess there are worse things to worry about.