Yesterday I wrote about my little foray into the world of the gas crisis here in the Nashville area. I had mentioned that my little town (which is 65 miles south of Nashville and 10 miles from the nearest interstate) did not seem to be bothered by the lack of gas that was causing a huge stir in the big city.
News from the sister-in-law last night proved otherwise. Apparently, the Shell station a quarter of a mile from the house was out of regular unleaded. I was flabbergasted. I never thought the crisis would hit this close to home.
Today as I was out an about with the wife running errands we decided to fill up for the week ahead. When we pulled into the BP station I saw this sign:
Hopefully we can get some relief soon. Not just from the lack of gasoline but the economy as a whole. It is starting to look like one of the worst eras in the history of this nation. That depresses me.
So, to make me feel better we are heading out to the Flying Saucer tonight for our first Blogger get-together. Come on out and have a drink with me to cheer me up.

















