Or, here is my stupid gas story from this weekend.
Last Friday morning, I get a call from my dad right after I get into work. One of his good friends does something with propane (maybe a supplier? I'm unclear) and that good friend has a fleet of trucks (he must be a supplier) and he's already being quoted gas at some ungodly price.
So my father advises me to get gas before Ike hits ...
Read the rest of Mary Cashiola's In the Bluff blog post.
- by John Branston
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Sep 16, 2008
