Monday, January 9, 2012

Abt 1967 Life could not get any better

Dad had an account at the gas station next to his work. It was like a candy store. We would charge cases of pop and buy all the gas we needed. One day he came home from work and was so mad. We ran up a very large bill on his account and he cut it off. Now we had to sign for anything we purchased and it was pretty well over after that.

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