Picture it: It’s the middle of the week, and you’ve already completed three school drop-offs, two school pickups, five commutes between work and home, and an endless number of errands. Then suddenly, you hear it: the mysterious clunk, clunk, clunk sound coming from your car, signaling the need for a service appointment that could (and in my case, did) result in not-so-great news.For me, that dull, ominous sound translated to a repair estimate that made my monthly mortgage payment look like chump change. It was there in the auto shop lobby, clutching an expensive piece of 8.5” x 11” paper, that...

8 hours ago

On HALO