Flashback

It was a flashback to the late '70s. A gas line! Traffic created 2 lines that snaked onto a small side street in Portland, Indiana.

As I pulled out of the parking lot south of the corner, I saw the reason. $3.55/gallon! My tank was nearly full. Otherwise, I might have joined in the "reunion."

I told Bob about it after he finished his job. We drove by the corner on our way to dinner. No lights. Closed so early?

Ah. Just like back under President Carter, gas station ran out of gas.

We left town without checking to see what new price was listed and if a tanker had made a delivery.

Memories.

'til later