Lousy news for a Sunday or any other morning:
The wonderful, trustworthy local auto repair shop we’ve been so fortunate to have here for years will soon be no more. The family has decided it’s time to sell and retire. Worse, the prospective buyers have no interest in keeping the repair shop going. They want to convert it to something we all need more of <cough> and have been clamoring for: a gas station.
This place could not have had better mechanics or been more conveniently located and managed.
Doom.