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Great Stories about growing up in the Horntown, Oklahoma area!

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Burning Drip Gas

     One more story about drip gas. We were poor. Dirt poor. I could not afford to buy gas so I burned drip gas. A patrolman stopped me and I was petrified. I knew I would wind up in jail. It was at the Demings hill between Horntown and Holdenville. He patiently explained to me that my tail light was out and the dangers involved. He wrote out a warning ticket and explained that it would not cost me anything. He wished me a good evening and started to return to his patrol car. At the rear of my old 41 ford, he stopped and came back and said, "And if you will mix some real gas with that drip, it won't smell so bad". I have had fond memories of that man for the past 50 years.
Clayton Adair, Class of 1954 (Clayton attended Moss 1942-53 and graduated from Holdenville - 1954)

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