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Saturday, October 23, 2010

...And My City Was Gone

Okay, it wasn't a city. At 78th and State Avenue, once upon a time, I earned a whopping $4.50 an hour or so doing my best to avoid anything you could honestly call 'work' while blowing smoke at the 'No Smoking' sign.

I was a cashier at the Texaco on this corner, and the manager who hired me was a friend who later admitted, "You were a warm body, you showed up for your shift. Other than that, you were useless."

I'm surprised it's not still a gas station instead of a few more parking spaces for Price Chopper, it's a busy intersection and all.

The car wash where the hippies showered when the Grateful Dead played Sandstone that year is gone, too.

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