I mentioned that I might rant about gas prices. What is there to say that hasn't been said many times? Well, it was interesting when the small town gas stations had to fashion a "2" as the first digit on their signs. Now everyone has had one printed to match the other numbers, but for the first few weeks they didn't have a digit other than the usual "1" to put in the slot.
I weary of hearing that oil is a volatile commodity. I marvel at how quickly gas prices go up at any news of any sort - it might be a cold winter (up); hurricanes are coming (up); the summer might be hot (up); the wind was blowing (up); someone might blow up a pipeline (up); you get the picture (up). The prices at the station go up the same day the oil price increases, but certainly don't come down as fast when the prices fall. I'm thankful we don't live in California or Illinois - but then we might be able to take mass transit - OR NOT. It's time to get one of those gerbil or squirrel powered cars or go back to horse and buggy. Now there's a thought.
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