After our delicious quick stop in Woodbine, we get back on 30 and head south for the glass dealer in Omaha. The makeshift window that Bob and Glen fashioned from a black garbage bag holds up remarkably well. We check it periodically in the passenger-side rear-view mirror.
We got lost in Omaha last year, and we do again, and we eventually find our way thanks to Glenn’s quick fingers on the iPhone, trying this and that on-line mapping services.
We get lost again when we get to the giant quasi-rural, big-box industrial park (terrifying in its own way, totally twenty-first century and faceless) where the glass supplier who agreed to help us back in Carroll. When we finally find the right big building, we have to wait till they find the right big piece of glass. It’s dark “privacy glass,” and the first piece the guy brings out is way too small. Wrong model. We have a 2006 Grand Caravan. We wait. And wait.
And just about the time the guy brings out another bigger piece that looks right, a black pick-up truck pulls in and Chad and Melanie get to work. Chad is a good natured guy who works with glass. I ask if he’s a free-lance window installer. “You might say that.” Melanie is his assistant (and sweetheart too) and they operate with cool efficiency. We just stay in the same parking spot, and they do all their work right there.
It takes maybe half an hour. Glenn and I take the chance to make a goofy video blog clip.
Chad grumbles to Bob, “You know you’re making me miss ‘Monk.'” Bob commiserates because he too loves ‘Monk.”Melanie does a thorough clean up, even getting rid of most of the residue from the various tapes that we used to hold the plastic on.Chad says the window on the middle passenger door is also pockmarked with lots of little nicks and scratches. It’s the window with the stupid Q sticker that blocks the view from the backseat. We wish that had been the one to get destroyed. Chad says don’t slam the door too hard, it could break into pieces anytime. Oh great. “You might want to have somebody look at that when you get home.”I love this: when they first put the window up to make sure it’s the right one, I see a little sticker. PPG. This piece of replacement auto glass may well have been manufactured in Pittsburgh at the Creighton Plant on the Allegheny River. We did a story about the place several years ago for our show called THINGS WE’VE MADE. Pittsburgh is everywhere.