Thursday, May 10, 2018
No, not THAT one!
Eventually, Sinclair and that cool dinosaur gave way to BP. You know how the corporate world is. I grew older and had a new set of concerns. The visits to uncle Tom's gas station because even more rare, and I was sorry about that.
While pondering this blog entry, I did a little research. I was tickled to learn that Sinclair gas exits. There are still stations out west, and they even sell tee shirts via mail order. I'll be ordering a couple.
A few years ago, I was in one of those big box hobby stores. They had metal signs that were replicas of old ads. You know, beer companies, soft drinks, and gas stations. There was a Sinclair in the stack. Reasonably priced. I didn't buy it. Regret. I don't get to that store often. To be honest, I don't know why I was there in the first place. I'm not a hobbyist, crafter, or decorator. I think I was just killing time, and the store was new to the area. On my next visit, Sinclair and the rest were gone.
Don't ask me what triggered it, but I recently thought about uncle Tom and Sinclair. I went on line and found the signs. They were cheap. I bought two round ones, about the size of a small pizza pan. They arrived this week. One is on my wall at home. I might display the other in a different area. I'm sure it will be a conversation starter.
Uncle Tom left us many years ago. The gas station is still there. The gas days are over. It's just a garage now.
There is a round piece of thin green and white metal on my wall now, and a fierce dinosaur gives me a great deal of comfort.
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