You know the place, the place with the stools in front of the counter where
guys sit for hours shootin the breeze even tho they weren't gonna turn a wrench that day.
You know the guy behind the counter, with his greasy ballcap and ever
present cig hangin from the corner of his mouth. Never could get the hang
of that gol-dang computer but would work pure magic when he hit that
row of parts books. Make and model year?? Psshaww!! Show him what ya
got and he'll tell you what it's off of.
Cant be sure but I suspect it had something to do with the NAPA store movin into the new strip mall at the edge of town.
Sure gonna miss that old geezer
