Quite the adventure yesterday, I tell ya. We were all set to head up to Michigan for pre-New Year's Eve at the Pinksters, but we didn't make it. At least not on schedule. We made it about as far as New Paris when the truck started chugging, the dials went wacky, the interior lights started going on and off, and the truck died. Right there on the road. We coasted in to the parking lot at a gas station and we were stuck. Turning the key was met with silence. Dead like fried chicken. Now I have been in a vehicle going down the highway before when the alternator died, and that was all the classic signs of the alternator dying. The same alternator which I had had replaced barely 3 weeks ago. Man, I was hot. We had to call a tow truck, actually a flatbed, to come haul the truck all the way back to Warsaw. We left it at the Ford dealer (closed because Sunday) and headed home, then carried out the plan of the day in the other car. We got to Michigan a few hours late, but we made it. We had 2nd Christmas with the family for the day (including Trevor getting the doggie doo game, which made Marve laugh so hard that everyone else cracked up) and headed back home in the late evening. The Ford dealer was open today, so I was all set to go read them the riot act over the brand new alternator crapping out after 3 weeks, but as it turns out it wasn't the alternator, it was the wires leading to the alternator, which had been chewed through by a rodent! Again! Well, at least this time it was only $65 to get it fixed.