Years ago at a stoplight, I watched a hand extend from a car window to give cash to a man holding a cardboard sign that read, “Need gas.” A red plastic gallon-sized can was at his feet. I was on my way to Seneca for the day and when I returned to Joplin late in the afternoon, guess who was still standing on that same corner with the same prop? I couldn’t help but laugh considering the guy at that point probably had enough in his pocket for gas to drive a motorhome to Ft. Lauderdale.
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