Memory Lane: After I got out of the Navy, over 50 years ago, I worked at Sinclair Refining Warehouse in Atlanta for about 3 years. I was a desk man. I kept up with what we had in the warehouse and took calls from Sinclair Service Station dealers in and around Atlanta. Through the phone I got to know some of the dealers well enough to be considered friends.
One dealer was Gene. Gene owned and operated a Sinclair Station on Peachtree Street, near Buckhead. On the phone we were always kidding with each other when he called.
One day Anna and I were near Gene’s station so I thought I would dop by and meet him in person, fill up the tank, josh a while, and leave.
I picked the wrong day. While his help was filling up my tank Gene came out and chewed out the teenager about something he had just done. Gen was in a rage. The teenager felt the a good positive image was important. Gene would have none of that.
Phone friends can be misleading.