Postmortem
Old Amoco Station Lacon Illinois. Alas, no longer do we hear the familiar and reassuring “Ding!” as we roll over the black rubber bell tubing. No longer does the pump jockey come out of the building to wipe your windshield and to check your oil with the rag in his back pocket. There is an air gauge in his shirt pocket. No longer do you hear the standard oft repeated question, “regular or ethyl?” Where did it all go? There is an old swivel chair in front of the station desk that looks like it came down from Jacob and Esau. Oh yes, the sign states that they have clean restrooms. Free maps? What are those for. Who would need that?
No longer does the signage read twenty nine-nine. The leathery unfit to eat Slim Jim sausages are gone too along with the ten cent Cokes. What is your favorite memory?
Postmortem
Old Amoco Station Lacon Illinois. Alas, no longer do we hear the familiar and reassuring “Ding!” as we roll over the black rubber bell tubing. No longer does the pump jockey come out of the building to wipe your windshield and to check your oil with the rag in his back pocket. There is an air gauge in his shirt pocket. No longer do you hear the standard oft repeated question, “regular or ethyl?” Where did it all go? There is an old swivel chair in front of the station desk that looks like it came down from Jacob and Esau. Oh yes, the sign states that they have clean restrooms. Free maps? What are those for. Who would need that?
No longer does the signage read twenty nine-nine. The leathery unfit to eat Slim Jim sausages are gone too along with the ten cent Cokes. What is your favorite memory?