Out on a Sunday drive, Tara and I came across this old Sinclair station in a small town, off the beaten path. It turns out, though, that this was once on a very well-traveled cross-country highway route during the 1920s through 40s.
The place was open, so I went inside to ask permission to take the photo. Amazingly, the owner had a picture behind the counter of the station the way it appeared back in the mid to late 1950s.
I can only speculate that the two attendants are father and son. Here's a close-up:
I wonder if the old man in the T is the grandfather?
It made me happy to find that the station was still in decent shape, although the roof is in need of some repair. At least the guy appreciates the heritage of the building.
