I went through the garage to check the mail and noticed the bug trap by the garage door was crooked. I kicked it back in place and went about my business. Later when I went to the garage to take the trash out I noticed it was crooked again. Weird.

It was 1:00 a.m. when I got to the hotel. Err, motel. I had just driven an hour and a half from my daughter’s graduation. The moment I opened the door, the smell of cigarette smoke greeted me. That was the least bothersome thing about the room.

The beeping wouldn’t stop. Every time I cranked the car, it started again—loud, persistent, and maddening. I discovered that turning the radio knob would make it stop... for a second. Eventually, I decided I couldn’t take another day of it and dropped the car off at the garage.

Who can say they got a thumbs up from Simon Cowell on America’s Got Talent? This guy right here. His name is John, and I knew him many moons ago. He has one of the most unique talents I’ve ever seen—he sings backwards. Yep, you heard that right.