From Granddaddy's Filling Station

This is one of my family heirlooms. Granddaddy had a filling station and he used to let me "read the pumps" at closing time. That meant taking a pencil and paper out to the pumps and writing down the numbers--I'm sure it had something to do with tracking how many gallons of gas he had sold for the day. Wish I had one of those old pumps--it'd be out in the flower garden for sure. But anyway, I'm sure glad I have his thermometer on my porch.