Early Memories

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.