It Finally Happened...

Oh NO!  On my way to deliver the money I owed Ken for fixing the seatbelt holes and heat, Oscar sputtered and died on me.  It was very strange.  He would idle okay, but whenever I gave him gas, he would act like he was going to sputter and stall out.  I made it down 240 a little ways and then struggled to turn around and get back home.  I had AAA tow him to Ken, and now I am waiting for the diagnosis.  Ah, never a dull moment with a 50-year-old car.