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I worked in a Richfield station as a middle teanager in the later '50's. I loved it then. Of course we pumped the gas, checked the oil, air in the tires, and washed the windshields. I especially liked washing windshields of nice looking ladies with dresses on. The last time I saw it in the '80's sometime, it was closed, fenced off, & had an environmental hazard sigh in front of it.
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Marv Evans
'69 911E
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