Alistair and Nora walked onto the main street in search of a Shebeen garage. On the corner of Main Street and Martin Luther King Avenue was a posted sign âMJâ can fix itâ âLook Nora, a garage, letâs see if itâs open,â said Alistair. Nora and Alistair entered the garage court yard to be met by, well what can I say, what was before them stood about seven foot tall with no teeth and groaned a greeting. âMy good man would you know if there is a Shebeen mechanic on the premisesâ, asked Alistair. To which came a groaning sound and something along the lines of âarrrrrrr that woo be meâ. âThat does not look or sound like a Cockney to me,â said Nora. âThe cockney I know has more charisma and style than this guyâ. âNora we need this man to look at the Shebeen for us.  To see if he can fix the whirring sound and the chugging along bit.â âMy good fellow could you have a look at our whirring sound and the chugging along bit in our Shebeen,â asked Alistair. âWhere be it parked,â asked the garage man. âItâs just outside town,â replied Alistair. âLetâs be getting there then. Follow me to my truck. By the way its fifty bucks just to go look.  If I can fix it on the spot it will be my time plus any parts it needs. If I have to tow you back to the yard thereâs a standard charge and then we can see what needs to be done,â informed the Garage man. Nora climbed into the back of the truck with Alistair. It was the back of the truck as there was only the driverâs seat in the front cab. They both sat on some old tool boxes. âThis guy sure knows how to lay out his chargesâ, said Nora. âLetâs hope it can be fixed on the roadâ replied Alistair. When they reached the Shebeen, the mechanic started it up and looked for a long while under the bonnet. With a few shakes of his head and some more groaning sounds he turned to both Nora and Alistair and said. âThis machine is not going anywhere too far too soon.  Looks like her transmission needs attention. Iâll have to get it back to the yard. Sheâll get there on her own steam, so you can save the towing change.â Alistair drove back to the garage. When they reached the yard the mechanic took another look and hooked it up to his engine checking system. âThe good news is I can fix it, the bad news, I donât have the part. The good news, I can get the part in a week, the bad news, itâs very expensive.â âWith all this good news, bad news stuff and as it seems we are going to be sticking around a bit, does Mr. good/bad news have a name,â asked Nora. âMam, they call me âMossy Good Newsâ around here, but you can call me Mossy, âreplied the Garage man. âWell Mossy, guess we better get ordering the part and get things started so we can move on. If we are going to be here for a week is there a local hotel nearby?â asked Alistair. âMight be more than a week, you could head on over to the hotel El Dorado. Tell Ms Patsy that Mossy sent ya.â To be continuedâŠ..