Do you believe in premonitions? I do. It happens to me all the time but there are times I fail to act on them.
My latest example was yesterday. Just before going into my abode, after that trip for the Powerball tickets, I felt the urge to open the hood, walk to the other side and look at the serpentine belt. The way they pack everything into the engine compartment, only a few inches shown but something caught my eye. It was an odd, parallel line dissecting the belt. A gave it a slight push. The belt was cracked down the middle. Who knows how many miles I had left before being stranded on the road somewhere and what damage the breaking of the belt may have caused?
This morning a replacement was procured at a local Firestone dealer a block from The Beau Rivage. Before entering, I gave the belt another look. The worn section was not visible. If I had not had that feeling and checked the belt, it would have been trouble in River City one day.
Then there was this: