I dumped my stuff into the back of my Volvo, slid into the driver's seat and to my dismay could not engage the seat belt! I had to get to class -- I teach English as a second language to immigrants and refugees -- and so I headed onto I-95. Coming right behind me were two police cars, one a "black and white," the other a grey sedan with the giveaway of an oversized headlamp on the driver's side. Oh, no, I thought. Please don't notice my not wearing my seatbelt! I've happily worn one since lap belts were installed -- about 50 years ago I'd guess. Conscious of the "law" behind and eventually, slowly going around me, I was especially observant of the posted speed limit, not something most v vehicles observe during aptly named "rush hour." I headed straight to Secor Volvo and explained my plight. Makenzie, the manager, commiserated -- her car,too, was currently out of commission -- and while she couldn't authorize my continuing to drive my own car, she called Julius who gave me a lift to school. He is a marvelous car companion, so thoughtful and attentive -- to both his passenger and to the traffic on a busy morning . He promised to fetch me later if there was a need and subsequently delivered me to my home and contributing mightily to my regenerated good spirits. Makenzie ordered and overnighted the part and by the end of the next day -- a Friday of a long holiday weekend -- I was back in my "office mobile." A day that had begun with trepidation and anxiety -- it's scary driving without the seatbelt!! -- ended so soon in one that was full of sunshine.