Long, long ago, in a Galaxy, no wait, it was a Ford Falcon…
As kids we giggled and pointed at such signs at roadside filling stations and, more than once, ate at such places and indeed did get gas–at 28 cents a gallon. The old service stations were ok for filling gas tanks and tummies, as well as filling our heads with more material for crude jokes. Those were the days.
Retired physician with interests in writing, photography, music, and astronomy. I have written multiple stories of life experiences, travel, and astronomy, and have been playing the ukulele for 10 years. My wife Fairy and I travel frequently to the Pacific Islands of Hawaii, and French Polynesia, and I have learned several of their native-language songs.
This blog will be a forum to share experiences with family and friends.
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