We’ve all driven by countless deserted gas stations. Had I ever thought about it in years past, I would’ve taken pictures of dozens along the highways and byways of our travels. I’m thankful that others have better presence of mind than me. I find them all interesting and wonder about the people who owned them, worked at them, stopped to fill their autos up, and maybe bought an ice-cold bottle of Coke. Soda pop in a plastic container with a twist-off lid just isn’t as refreshing.
During a visit to my old hometown, my mom, Nancy, took me on a trip down memory lane – literally. We traveled every single road and alley, reminiscing over who lived where when she was young while I added my recollections from my youth.