Barometric pressure (and a touch of “seasonal suffering”) could be to blame for our aches and pains.
My 17-year-old Honda, Broomhilda, met a tragic end. Why do we grieve when our cars die?
Our 17-year-old Honda CR-V (affectionately dubbed “Broomhilda”) met her tragic, premature demise last summer when a deer bolted out of neighboring woods, straight into her hood.