There’s a place near the station that I’ve become a regular. It’s a simple gas station with a little place you can get good sandwiches, a nice fountain drink, and all the junk food that your heart desires. I don’t think it’s the close location that I enjoy or the selection. In fact, the selection isn’t the greatest, but it is “convenient.” The people there have come to know the people from the station. And they’re not hardcore lovers or listeners to the station, but they do tune in from time to time. I just enjoy the people there. They know my name. They have that homeland flare that only comes with the territory that I call home.
It reminds me of the town I grew up. The hardware store where I got a few bikes from, ran over to get things we needed for the shop while I worked from my parents, and they seemed to have everything you’d ever need, but you had to ask some one where it was at or else you’d never find it.
“Well shit, John… what the hell do you want now?”
I don’t think I’ll ever forget that phrase until the day I die.
I printed out your latest postings and took it to Albert to read. He really got a good laugh out of it. He said “I thought I was more careful around the younsters that came into the store, but I guess I wasn’t around John.” I think he is more careful around the kids he didn’t know, but you were just another kid from our family and that made you a regular Monticello person. Thanks for the memories. – Mom
Good job and great design!