[Bill Pritchard]

Finally.....the guest of honor, Donald (in striped shirt), who owned the gas station back then. He put up with a lot of antics from a bunch of smart ass know-it-all punks (us) but was always good about it. He did tend to get a bit mad when the wind would blow beer cans and wine bottles off the roof of the gas station....wonder who threw them up there He also sold us a lot of gasoline and did repairs when we'd tear up our cars, until we all learned to work on them ourselves. He's long since retired, and now he and my father-in-law trade days as the school crossing guard at the end of my street Thanks for the memories, Donald