The Guys at the Gas Station--Papa Childress standing on the right
Much of who we are is determined by the time we're 8-years-old, right? And by the time I was 8-years-old, I'd learned not to go with Papa Childress to the gas station. I mean...it was tempting! Once. Just once, for me. It was the promise of a bottle of Coke and a bag of peanuts. But that few minutes of ecstasy was eclipsed by hours of hanging around the gas station listening to old men talk. They mostly talked about politics and I was bored out of my ever-lovin' mind!! My brothers, on the other hand, loved going with Papa to the gas station. I could only surmise it was a guy-thing. After my one learning session at the gas station, I chose to stay home with Granny.
My 8-year-old brain hasn't gotten over an aversion to sitting around and talking about politics.