There is a snapshot memory I have from when I was around two and a half years old. As a baby, I had lots of fevers and spent a good bit of time in hospitals.
My earliest memory was being in a crib at St. Michael’s Hospital in Newark, NJ. I was standing in the crib, holding on to the bars and crying. It was night and as I looked out the window, I saw a Sinclair Gas Station accross the street. That would have been around 1962.
Whenever I see a Sinclair station, I go back to that crib.
This past Sunday afternoon, Alicia and I went exploring through the area and came accross this Sinclair Museum in Cassopolis, MI.
The memory is still clear.
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Amazing the memories that stick.
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Its funny how some things stay with you.
I notice a pretty old Squad Car seems to have sneaked into your first picture. Even in the reflection its looking very nice.
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