The gas situation in our country scared me today for the first time. I wish that I would have had my camera so I could just show you a picture!
My gas light was on, and I could not find a station with gas. I passed one station after another..out of gas, empty, out.
Finally, I found one. I mean one pump, literally. One station with one pump. And what was the scary part... a sign on the pump that read "Limit 10 Gallons". I didn't quite know what to think about that, but I knew I did not want to climb Lookout Mountain on foot, towing a 7-week old baby.
I pumped 10 gallons.
Shortly thereafter, I saw a man walking toward his truck parked on the side of the road. He was carrying a gas can in his right hand. I suppose this poor fellow's gas light had been on too, but he didn't find the one soon enough.
I've heard of gas rationing with WWII and in the 1970's, but I just don't get it...
And the crisis in the American economy... It's a big, tangled, complicated mess that my simple brain cannot comprehend.
Just thinking on it makes my heart pound.
I will choose to not dwell on these things. I suppose I will render unto Uncle Sam what belongs to him and will render unto God what belongs to Him. He owns Uncle Sam, anyway.