Uncle Gar and the Wallet that Travelled Far

I don't know what made me think about this the other night, but back in 1981 or '82, my Uncle Gar, Aunt Shirley, and their kids were visiting us in Kingsley, Mich. It was during the summer and we took Uncle Gar's station wagon into Traverse City and hung out that day. I think we spent a lot of time at the beach.

On the way home, we needed to stop and get gas. At the corner of Cass and 14th Street (maybe it was Union Street, I'm not sure) we stopped and filled up at the Marathon Station. I remember it was a Marathon because that's what kind of gas Grandpa sold. Otherwise, I would probably think it was a Boron or Shell station. Anyway, we gassed up and headed back to Kingsley.

Somewhere along the way, Uncle Gar gasped something like, "Oh, 'darn!'" and slammed on the brakes and stopped in a parking lot. "I left my wallet sitting on the bumper."

"I'm sure it's gone," someone muttered.

"Definitely."

Uncle Gar jumped out and walked to the back of the car.

He quickly returned to the drivers' seat with a smile. Somehow, the wallet made a several mile trip.

I don't really know what made me think about this the other night, but it's something I remember. I wonder how well I remember it?

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