WOODEN SHIPS on the water, very free and easy...
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G G ??
GOT GUN ??
A beautiful handgun..Smith and Wesson 340 PD Airlite. Weighs almost nothing and carrys a .357 magnum punch...Make my day !!
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Friday, October 4, 2013
1949 BUICK ROADMASTER
The black Buick in the photo of my Dad's gas station is our family car. It had a red leather interior and I used to wash and wax it every Saturday when I would go to work with my Dad. I loved that car...
CHAPPY'S
My Dad, whose nickname was "Chappy", owned a gas station when I was growing up. On Saturdays he would wake me up at 6am so I could spend the day at the gas station with him. At first, when I was younger, going to the gas station was fun. Later on, in my teens, I hated getting up early and going to "work" with my dad. He tried to teach me how to take care of and fix cars. I also worked the "front" and was considered a gas station "attendant". I put gas in your car, checked oil and water, tire pressure, and washed your windshield. Gas back then was about 20 cents a gallon. I got lunch and all the cokes i could drink out of that old coke machine by the front door in the photo...and sometimes a couple of dollars for the day... I also put a quart of oil in your engine if it was low. I screwed up a lot..spilled an amazing amount of oil all over the place...forgot to put gas caps back on...and generally was a screw up...I did get to see, and sometimes drive, all kinds of cars...that part I loved..
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