Category Archives: Old Gas Station

Reflections of Walking Distance

Reflections of Walking Distance By Richard Mabey Jr. I don’t think that there is any other half-hour of television broadcasting that has affected me as deeply as the Twilight Zone episode entitled, “Walking Distance.” It stars Gig Young, who portrays … Continue reading

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The Old Gas Station Soda Cooler

The Old Gas Station Soda Cooler By Richard Mabey Jr. The Summer of 1964 was a most memorable summer for me. I was 10 years old and it was a most magical time of my life. There were the old … Continue reading

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Determination

Determination By Richard Mabey Jr. For the most part, the life of a writer is a lonely life. At least at times it becomes very lonely. Privacy, time alone, and focusing on the inward call are essential needs for a … Continue reading

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The Old Gas Station Soda Cooler

The Summer of 1964 was a most memorable summer for me. I was 10 years old and it was a most magical time of my life. There were the old tree forts. One was located in the tall, towering maple … Continue reading

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