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It’s a routine we go through some time each year.
Time to go somewhere, somewhere but here.
To Disneyworld, to Yellowstone, to Kentucky, to Maine,
Past Boston, Detroit, the Soo and Fort Wayne.

Big Dave’s Blog – Family Road Trip Poem

http://bigdaveblogger.blogspot.com/

Okay, my son hates when I do this sort of thing: “You know, I remember when you could buy a can opener for five cents.”  Nonetheless, I’m going to do it.

I don’t remember that we did a lot of road trips like the ones Big Dave is referring to in his poem above.  (Check out his blog for the complete poem.  It’s cute and clever.)  We did make trips from our home in Brooklyn to visit relatives who lived in Massapequa, L.I., N.Y.  I remember that my uncles would wait to gas-up until we got to “the island.”  Why?  The gas was sixteen cents a gallon as opposed to eighteen or nineteen cents in Brooklyn.  Those where the days when a penny still had some value.

Given recent gas prices, I was shocked to find I could fill my tank with twenty dollars yesterday.  At my preferred station, with a six-cent per gallon rebate for paying cash, I paid just $1.92.  Made my poor little head spin.  For however long it lasts, it’s nice.