he kid at the parts counter looked at me like I was a character from when I told him that what I really wanted was: “...a good, old ACDelco PF-35 oil filter — not this PF-1218-imposter of a replacement. You know, back in the ’80s,” I rambled on, “I used to wait for a sale at the K-Mart, when PF-35s would be marked down to $2, and buy an armload
