On Passing Up $4.29 Gas at the Ohio-Indiana Border
It's a matter of faith, you see . . . faith that
somewhere farther west gasoline will be cheaper
than here, faith that the gasoline left in our tank
will hold out until then, will manage to get us there.
Faith is a funny business. When blind, it can lead us
into temptation and things much more dangerous.
Like tarpits, for example, where we'd struggle to ex-
tricate ourselves until we were so weak that we'd just
topple over, our own weight pulling us down into
the blackness of extinction. Faith is no laughing matter
when shove comes to push, when oil at two hundred
dollars a barrel will be just a fond memory, the image
of that last filling station disappearing, fading,
shrinking to nothing in our rearview mirror.
Hal
Halvard Johnson
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