When I was down at the White Stallion Guest Ranch last weekend I stumbled across this old gas pump. Many farms and ranches installed pumps to gas up their tractors and vehicles. But I was struck by this old puppy, which is very similar to the ones my dad had in his Phillips 66 on Hilltop in 1966:
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Zero Gallons Zero Sale
I have a hunch this will make it into the book in the last chapter. Spent the morning sketching ideas, but when I distill down the essence of the story, I keep coming back to a Kid standing in the middle of the road.
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Daily Whipout, "The 66 Kid"
It only took my 66 years, but I have come to the conclusion that every problem I have had has contained a gift inside. Gee, I wonder what ol' Bach has to say about this?
"There is no such thing as a problem without a gift for you in its hands. You seek problems because you need their gifts."
—Richard Bach