Cider Press Hill

Today's word is nervous.

A couple of time over the past two weeks, I’ve noticed the gas station guys up on their ladders in the morning and in the afternoon, changing the price of their gasoline. Guess the price must be galloping upward almost faster than they can keep up with it.

This morning I had to fill my car’s belly with the cheap stuff. No gourmet diet for this baby. I searched for the cheapest cheap stuff and the best I could find was $2.71 for regular. I wouldn’t call that cheap. But it was the lesser of all the other evils. Fortunately, ten gallons will last me about three weeks. Or longer, if I’m really stingy with it.

I keep reading about how people in the biz say this is only the prelude to the really high summer prices. And that’s before factoring in any hurricanes or wars with Iran or whatever.

Living in a tourist town, the price of fuel causes some local concern. Like...are we going to have as many tourists this year? Are as many people going to put their boats in the water? How is it going to affect the tourist trade’s bottom line? People are, unquestionably, nervous about it. Our fishing trade has pretty much already gone to hell, now this. Like the fishing, the price of fuel probably won’t get any better as time goes on, either.

Not to be all gloom and doom or anything. Much.

Posted on 04/18/06 at 07:51 AM
 




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