This reminded me of a time long, long ago! In a faraway land called Lake Havasu City, AZ. My mom was driving one of those long ass Oldsmobiles. You know...the one you can now see a jazzed up pimp driving down Hollywood Blvd with fuzzy dice in the mirror?
It wasn't a new car. In fact, if I remember correctly, it was a hand-me-down from my grandparents.
Anyway, for those of you that don't know about Lake Havasu...the place is literally hotter than hell. No...this is not an improper use of the word literally. Lake Havasu City literally reaches temperatures that would make the devil run for air conditioning.
One summer, the window stopped working. It stopped working in the up position. Therefore, there was no rolling the windows down. This wasn't super horrible while driving as the car had A/C and the windows needed to be up for that, anyway. But, it meant that you couldn't roll the windows down when you parked, meaning that you got into an oven when the time came to get back into your car. I wish we had put a thermometer in the car. I bet it was reaching 500 degrees.
Another memory...this was in the days of VHS. Video stores would leave examples of tapes left in the car. Warped, black, nasty VHS tapes that had melted due to the hear. You melt it, you buy it, was the message. Don't leave your VHS tapes in the car!
Back to my story.
The family was taking a trip somewhere. I have no idea where. But, it was a long drive. Probably Phoenix or Vegas or something.
At my church, we had an awesome priest named Fr. Rudy. Great man, that Fr. Rudy. Very big, too. Big like buff! Dude worked out!
Anyway, Fr. Rudy was a great guy and he was a friend to my family. Not that all priests aren't friends to their congregation, but I like to think that we were special. :-)
Months after the window stopped working, Mom was picking me up from something at church. Don't remember what. Alter server practice, CCD, something. Fr. Rudy came out to say hi.
Mom mentioned that we had this trip coming up. Fr. Rudy says, "A trip? Well, maybe I should bless the car and pray for a safe journey."
Ok...what could it hurt?
Fr. Rudy busts out some holy water and sprays it on the car. Some definitely hit the passenger side window, the broken one. He says a prayer. We all say Amen. We drive away.
Mom makes a comment to me, "Wouldn't it be funny if the window started working after that?"
"HA!" I laugh. And, I push the window button down.
Window opens.
Our mouths both drop into our laps. No Way!
I roll the window up. It goes up all the way. I roll it back down. It goes down all the way. Up, down, up down. Window is working again!
That's the story. Totally true. Window worked until my folks got rid of the car.
I miss that Fr. Rudy and his magic God powers!
(Note...not the real Fr. Rudy)
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