Re: Your Favorite Things You Can't Get Anymore
Ice cold Coke in 6 1/2 ounce bottles from a vending machine for a dime.
My dad used to pay me $1 for cutting the grass. I'd take my dollar bill down to the corner gas station, get 2 quarters and 5 dimes change, and pound down those Cokes. Sometimes I'd buy a candy bar.
We'd sit on the curb at the station listening to the cars roll over the detector that would make a bell go ding-ding back in the garage bays. Chuck or Phil would come out wiping the grease off his hands and man the pumps.
Nothing like the taste of Coke mingled with the smell of gasoline and oil.
Pay attention to the open sky