That was before my ELSIE days. I was lucky to run out of gas on the paved highway, between Lida and the junction at US95, instead of back on the dirt track I met the cow on.
(The "Junction" was just a gas station when I was there in '63.
The fella that picked up this scrawny Hoosier said I was lucky he came along, as only about 4-5 vehicles a day came along the highway...
77 posted on 04/17/2014 3:19:40 AM PDT by Elsie
(Heck is where people, who don't believe in Gosh, think they are not going...)