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.
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