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12:48 pm
Tue July 23, 2013

Paul Elisha: Remembrance: The Past As Prologue

The year was 1936 and this now grizzled and sometimes forgetful WWII Veteran sat in the front seat of the family Chevrolet with his father;  a good spot from which a fourteen-year-old could observe and prep for that future day, when he might become a responsible driver.  We had just pulled up to the tanks, in front of the local gas station and the proprietor came out to greet us, the ever-present chamois in hand.  “What’ll it be, Al,” he asked, to which my Dad replied: “The usual; fill’er up, John.”  To which John responded, as follows:  wiped both the rear window and windshield; checked the tires, then opened the hood to check both water and oil.  When all of these were done, he filled the gas tank.

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