A trip to town with dad meant riding in the back of the truck and stopping at the gas station. He would always give us a quarter for a pop from the pop machine in front of the station. Though this was back in the day when a pop was a small 8 oz. bottle,Continue reading “My Tiny Pop Machine”
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Mrs. Lizzie's Art Room 