Today's picture features a Garage Mechanic from the 1940's. How many of you remember when the Gasoline Stations were owned by individuals, who actually cared about your business. I can remember when I was growing up, we would buy our gas at Mr. Gay's station in town. When you pulled in, your car rolled over a cord that caused a loud bell to ring, Mr. Gay would run out to the car, and recognizing you, would already know what type of gas you wanted, and what amount. He would start filling the car up, and as this was happening, he would clean the front and back windshields. He would check the pressure in your tires, and then he would check the oil. All the time he would carry on a little banter with my mother and father. He would always ask them, "Who's the Boss", and would tease my dad that maybe my Mom was the boss. Everyone would get a big kick out of the joking. Then, with the windows cleaned, the car full of gas, the tires properly inflated, and the oil or other fluids topped off if needed, he would give the kids in the car a piece of bubble gum, and send us on our way. I think a really precious piece of America was lost when these types of shops were forced to close by the big corporate, impersonal gas stations of today.