TYBEE HAPPY: FIREWORKS, YAY! AND DRIVING ON FUMES?

Fireworks, Yay!

I was riding in the backseat of our Dodge truck wishing we'd stop somewhere for fireworks before the 4 of us got home.

Immediately, we turned the corner to change roads when up ahead on a hill I spied this barn-like steal and block structure packed full of fireworks! 

"Stop!  Turn around!"

Fire trucks flanked the building that had gaping garage door openings and was topped with a USA flag.

Calvin very obligingly did.  We were in Tennessee on Big Creek Road avoiding stalled traffic on the interstate.

"Turn around, please!"  to Calvin driving, "Would you mind going back?  I've been wanting some fireworks!" 

It was so much fun.  The firewoman there said, "Bet you think it's odd that the fire department is selling fireworks?  We can sell it cheaper and it makes a good fundraiser."  The firemen standing around chewing the fat were entertaining.  They added, "It's an opportunity to educate the children."

After Jeani's first purchase, and with us resting in the truck, she went back for more, LOL!  To give her due, she'd been on the phone to her son and taken a purchase order, chuckle.  That fixed it, I was double glad we stopped.

Driving on Fumes?

It was my turn to buy gas.  We were in Lexington, Kentucky, at the Speedway.  Interestingly. several items were out-of-stock, the ice tea dispenser wasn't working, and there weren't appropriate cups.  Speaking to the clerk she said the manager had just come in on his day off to right those things.  She pointed to a very busy, tall, lean gentleman wearing every day clothes.

It was a sign of the times - lack of product, "Help Wanted" posters, and high gas prices.

I grabbed the pump handle, followed prompts, poked handle into gas tank, gripped the release, watched gallons and price numbers rise and rise.

$60.  Okay, I've seen the fellows pay that much before.

$83.  Okay, that seems a little high, but maybe we'd driven a little further than I'd thought.

The numbers kept right on rising.   

I looked under the truck, "Is it leaking somewhere?!"   Seriously, I looked under the truck.

$104!!!  22 gallons of gas!!!

I tell you, we were driving on fumes!  FUMES, I say!