A few days later I'm playing pool with Yvon and he tells me he has his truck in the shop and asks if I can give him a ride. No problem. We get to the repair shop - an AC repair shop! It's naught but a wooden shack in the woods with a scrappy dog. No kidding. Very picturesque.
The more-or-less-bound-to-a-wheelchair owner who happens to go by the name Papi gets to his feet to show my friend the parts his sons replaced on the truck. Explanation was sound and he promised to repair anything that failed no charge.
Being without AC for months I ask and he tells me it's free to check the AC for problems. So I let them have a go at Ol' Red. The owner's two sons, who so far have never made eye contact with me, lift the hood and start poking around the engine compartment. The dog's scratching an ear, the Tabanos are coming out of the nearby woods, and I look around for the banjo player...
Now, you have to know my regular mechanic has sent Ol' Red three times to two different shops in effort to permanently fix my AC. I forget how much it has cost me and the repairs never last long.
No sooner done making friends with the yard dog and they tell me it's a bad valve on the high pressure side. "See, that's where it is leaking" they said showing me the valve sputtering soapy bubbles.
"How much to fix?"
"750 pesos. That includes the freon."
$43 US for an 1 1/2 hour's work, parts & freon included. That's no gringo price either. Freon's damn expensive here. It's rather upsetting I've been driving around in sweltering heat for less than $50 bucks in repairs. I'm going to see my mechanic & raise hell. I'm hoping over the next week or so the repairs hold and the only reason I return to the shop is to take some pictures and scratch the dog's ear.
In other news, we're witnesses in a civil case a friend is going through. There are prepared questions, previously approved by the courts, that we will be asked. There are also a few questions that MIGHT be asked by the other side. Those also were previously approved by the courts. It's a well known saw that, in court, a lawyer never asks a question to which he/she doesn't already know the answer but this goes above and beyond. The prosecution, the defense, and the judge know all the questions and, in this case because it's rather boring and generic material, all the answers. There is no tricky cross-examination and apparently no need to prove how one has come by certain knowledge. It's almost like theater - one learns one's lines which are carefully recited when the curtain goes up. But to court we will go nonetheless. I'll let you know how it goes.
You've probably heard that in addition to the now three hurricanes hitting Mexico this season, the country is getting whacked by earthquakes, two more happening in the last 24 hours. Over 200 dead and some 600 or more unaccounted for with thousands injured. Many places in town are collecting donations being sent to the affected areas. We're well out of the danger zone but some say they felt the tremors from the 7.2 that happened last week.
We have someone in Sri Lanka working on our Sausage Business logo. We've used him before in other endeavors and look forward to shortly seeing a few nice designs one of which will become the logo we use for packaging. Should be able to show this off next week.
Sausage sales are up and the Country Habanero is a great hit second only to the Breakfast Sausage. I think it's going to take first place real soon. I'm running out of some of the bulk spices from the USofA and am hoping I can convince some volunteer mules to haul a few pounds down here. There's no staying in business if spices have to come out of small jars at exorbitant prices. Also, I need to push some of the other flavors because, well, when I make sausages the leftovers are for us and I'm missing me some Kielbasa...