Monthly Archives: August 2012
The summer before I was ten, my dad built a gas station across from our store. Its grease pit was the basement of an old burnt out apartment building. Like dad I wanted my own grease pit, and would compete … Continue reading
Saturday morning came, and I was at the store early helping my dad open, it was my turn to go in the basement and fill the furnace. There use to be a creamery down there when my grandfather’s dad owned the … Continue reading
Welcome to small town tales, a collection of stories from my Dad’s life. ENJOY!!!