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Old gas stations

Ghostsoldier

Call Me a Cab
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LizzieMaine

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"Petrox" was basically just detergent, which was all the rage in high-test grade gasoline in the late fifties. Mobilgas Special, Atlantic Imperial, Esso Extra, Super Shell -- they all had similar additives under various trademarked names. By any name, the stuff would dissolve the crud out of your carburetor and, the ads promised, keep it clean -- but it also knocked the octane down quite a bit and they had to put more lead in the gas to compensate. One reason why so much of that lead ended up in the dirt at the side of the road for kids to absorb into their brains as they played.
 

LizzieMaine

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I have a very vivid memory of my cousin and I running down to the edge of the yard and spitting over the fence. Take that!

Years later that station was demolished by the local Marine Museum in an exhibition of petty small-town class politics -- they thought the station disfigured the neighborhood, and paid off the oil company jobber to evict the dealer and sell them the land. It was a vicious, hateful thing to do -- the guy had been running the place for twenty years at that point and it was all he had, and the move generated a great deal of ill will in town for the museum. (They did the same thing to the house where we had lived. I hadn't lived there for thirty years by that point, but it still stung.)
 
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My mother's basement
I had almost forgotten that among the Old Man’s many failed enterprises was a gas station. He had it for maybe a matter of months around 1963. It was out in East Lawrence, Kansas, by the Kansas Turnpike. The brand was called “Freeway,” and because the Old Man was always one to put his own name on anything he could, it was, for that brief period, “Wally’s Freeway.”

I’d ask my mom what went down with that little foray into another business Wally knew nothing about and never bothered learning, but she would do what she did pretty much the whole time they were married — make excuses and/or omit the most pertinent details.
 

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