This is complete and total bullshit. I have made it all up. It is a work of fiction. There is a Conoco station owned by a man named Tony. His daughter Martha does help him run the store. They do have a safe, a stove, and the world's largest elk head.
This is where the facts and my fiction diverge. I mean no disrespect. This story was written with love and longing and nostalgia. I hope it is taken in the same way.
