A couple weeks ago I happened to be coming through Yarnell, Az. I always look for that old station thats at the end of town. Well, it has been torn down. It's really kinda sad. I love to see those old stations. Reminds me of those far gone days as a kid going in with my Dad and getting a cold Nehi and a bag of planters peanuts. I can still picture the old hound dog laying by the screen door entrance. There was always a couple older men hanging around talking about their good ole days. It never failed that one of these old gents would reach down and grab my nose and say "I gotcher nose sonny !". The smell from inside the store was that of hanging chewing tobacco and saw dust on the floor.
Thank goodness for the memories anyway.
Hersh
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