As I was returning home from a trip, my car started making weird noises and the transmission began to jerk. I pulled off the interstate at the next exit and followed the sign to Randallville, three miles. It turned out to be a small town with a post office, a grocery store, a bar, a hardware store, and a gas station. Over the bay doors of the gas station was a welcomed sign; “Jerry’s Auto Repairs.” I spoke with Jerry, who...