We lived in Colorado Springs when i was 5 until i was 10, so many many of my early memories are based here. One thing i remember clearly was getting gas at the Phillips 66 at Austin Bluffs and Academy. We'd pull in in our green Caprice Classic station wagon. I'd most likely have my head out the window sniffing the gas fumes (LOVED that smell. Does that explain some things about me??). There was always, always a guy there selling flowers holding a sign that read, "I am not a Moonie." I'm not sure why we should have thought he was a Moonie. This was the very early 80's and the Moonies were a controversial bunch then. But this is beside the point. We referred to him as the "Moonie Guy."
We move back here 2 years ago (can you believe it's been 2 years??). I'm driving, checking out the old neighborhood and i pass by the gas station and i know it's the gas station (and, no, i stopped short of driving through sniffing the gas) and i remember the Moonie Guy.
So now, here in our lil ol' neck of the woods, we've got a new Wild Wings restaurant. And they have a guy dressed in a chicken suit at the main intersection dancing all crazy and silly. And the boys always comment on him. And i realized that this Funky Chicken Dude could very well become a random memory for Bode, much like my Moonie.
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I love it when things like that come back to you. When you said the Phillips 66 at Austin Bluffs and Academy, I had my own little flash back of getting gas there myself....for 99 cents/gallon!
i love to hear your memories... i wish i had more.
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