Today was my 71st birthday. No big deal; it doesn't even put me in a new age group. My son and I drove over to San Marcos in south central Texas this morning for Sam Houston State's first game in the Southland Conference baseball tournament. Sam was the number 1 seed and lost to the number 8 seed. However, it is a double-elimination tournament, so it is not over for Sam. On the way back, we stopped in Caldwell, Texas to get gas. At this particular station, gas was $3.36, cheaper than the other stations. When I pulled up to the pump, a guy came out and started cleaning my windshield. My first thought that it was a guy off the street trying to make a buck. Then, I realized that he worked for the station and was cleaning everyone's windshield. It has been many years since a service station attendent cleaned my windshield. Of course, I remember the days when gas was 19.9 cents a gallon. I would pull up to the pump in my 48 Chevy and get a dollars worth, which would last me most of the week. Back then, you were not allowed to pump the gas yourself. They did it, cleaned your windshield and checked a bunch of other things on your car. My, how things have changed.
It was later than usual, but I worked out at Nautilus this evening and went to the track after dark and run laps.