Husband? I don't need no stinkin' husband! :-)

Who needs a husband when you're an honorary Schumann and
FIVE MEN FROM GERMANY
will fix your car with a Phillips screwdriver and a two-by-four?

At one point, I offered Dirk (wielding the bed slat below) a bottle of my finest Lambrusco (quit laughing). He joked that only street people drink Lambrusco. (Well, street folk and librarians on a budget, apparently.)

So, as a feeble gesture to repay their kindness, I'm treating his wife, Tina, to a night on the town next week!

They were the absolute coolest. The finest. And now der Wagen is no longer kaput!! I can experience the joy of Fahrvergnugen once again...