A little less faith, a lot more hope

The Super Chev is back at the shop. My first guess is that when I went over the railroad tracks on Hall Road yesterday that the bad struts finally broke. The rattle/kluncking sound made me nervous coming home, but it made it in one piece and now it is visiting Kevin.

I have an interview tomorrow at the Detroit Historical Museum for the weekend manager position I found on the nonprofit job listing site I check. Considering they called me immediately and wanted to set up an interview, I'm excited, optimistic, and impatiently awaiting the chance to see if this is finally the break I've been waiting for.

The Flyers and the Canadiens lost their games last night. Instead of having five teams going to the next round, I have two, maybe three. More hockey faith washed down the drain. I don't know, any further predictions and wishes are put on hold until the outcome of game seven.