
Having worked in the oil patch all my life, both in Texas and abroad, the high price of gasoline still takes me back a bit.
All of us, and you know who you are, who have work around the smell of crude very long have seen the good times and the bad, mostly the bad. Now times are good. Everybody who wants a job has a job, but when you're old enough to remember when gas was $.29.9 or less, 3 dollar gas is a bunch of money.
I remember when I was growing up in Odessa, the pivot point of the Permian basin, if you really wanted to see high gas prices you had to drive down to Crane or out to Kermit. Gas in those communities was an incredible $ 0.45 a gallon.
Here is the sad news, my half ton Siverado Pickup gets about the same miles per gallon as my Chevy Impala did in 1968.
TexasBob (on the road)