So, the hugmobile broke down coming home from Burning Man. (fyi, I mixed my grandpa's ashes into the wings paint job)
I just got a call from the guy who runs the repair shop who shared this story:
?So I relayed your story about your Grandpa and the ashes in the wings after you told me last week.
On thursday, as the mechanics were leaving for the night, they gave the RV a tap and said, ?Goodnight, Old man.?
And the lights came on.
The light switch was *not* on.?
