Back in '73 I spent a summer working at a small resort on Donner Lake
in N. Cal. We had a boat dock with fuel, and it was the only fuel dock on
the lake. Our gas was 37 cents a gallon, and people just raised all kinds
of hell about it because it was 3 cents higher than the pump gas in town.
Worked at several gas stations, starting when I was 13. Back then there was
actual service done, as in fill the tank, wash the windows, check the oil, etc.
Ask for that today and they'd look at you like you're crazy..
I grew up in Orange County, Calif., and there were fewer issues back then.
There were fewer genders, fewer TV channels, fewer bras (that was a good
thing), fewer bills (no cell phone or internet bills), fewer morons with guns
running around and shooting the place up.
Sunday nights...lying in bed listening to Dr. Demento on my transistor radio
with that nasty ear plug in so it didn't wake my older brother. As I got older,
that became Koss headphones and Jim Ladd's late night radio show on
KMET or KLOS.
Can't remember what I had for lunch yesterday, but I can sure remember plenty
about the 70's.
