The gasoline shortage in the Phoenix area scares me.
Motorists from Greater Phoenix have figured out that rather than wait in line for hours at an urban gas sation, they can drive 40 or 50 miles to Wickenburg. Once here, they fill up their tanks with “our” gasoline, and hoard some in jeep cans.
The broken pipeline between Phoenix and Tucson is almost as old as the amazing stories I’m about to tell you, and there’s no telling when it will be carrying gasoline again.
Being out of gas wasn’t so critical when I was young. Until I got my …
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When I was a young boy, I’d go over to Grandpa Cook’s house some evenings and listen to the radio.
After listening to the World War II news commentaries by H.V. Kaltenborn and Fulton Lewis Jr., which I thought were pretty boring, we’d listen to the thrilling adventures of The Lone Ranger.
The narrator commanded us, “Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear, when out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats…”
I was pretty disgusted when I found out William Tell had stolen the Lone Ranger’s stirring musical theme: Brump–bumparump–pumpapumpapump-bumparump…
I would imagine the scenes in …
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