In August of 1990 Rosemary and I were pulling our Trillium
13' behind a 1990 Plymouth van, andcame through The City of Grand Forks ND. The Kuwait Conflict was just escalating, and gasolice prices were just starting toi move upwards in anticipation of possible supply shortages because of the war.
A slight built old man with no teeth met us as we pulled into a servic e station, and lamented that "You should have been here yesterday Son, as gas prices had jumped over 25 cents a gallon" We assured him that the displayed price of $1.05 per gallon was not a shock to us, as we came from Western Canada, where prices ( after all conversions of currency and gallon size) had hovered around the $2.45 per Imperial gallon for quite some time.
He stopped dead in his tracks, took of his little brown floppy cap, and held it over his heart as he expressed the following.
" You Canadians must be stupid to allow your government and the oil companies do that to you , If that happened here, We would have shot the bast***." We laughed and told him to fill up anyways, as the trip was well worth the investment.:laugh :laugh