When I first started driving 10 years ago the price of gas always started with a "1" (except one glorious season when prices dipped to the 75cent range.
After a summer of $3/gallon gas I never thought I would see that welcome number "one" in the front again, but there it was this morning, standing straight and tall. It was like a friendly beacon inviting me to come, drink, and be glad.
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