I’ve doing a lot of this lately
Because this
Nets me exactly this
I remember scrounging for change in my friends cars as a teenager, we’d collect enough quarters and dimes to put $3 in the tank to get us to Girdwood or Beluga Point – to get away from the madness of the sprawling, restless and demanding city that Anchorage could become. Fr. Michael reflected last night that he remembers paying $.19 a gallon back in the day. How times change.
Running that close to empty used to give me panic attacks…I guess I’m over worrying about the little things. Relinquishing control can be liberating.
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