If you travel at night, and if you travel alone, you just might find this little town of which you are about to enter.
It�s a small town, but plenty goes on up there. You were driving along I-25, or so you thought, but somehow you took a turn, it was the wrong turn, but here you are, driving a road that wraps itself around the Big Horn Mountains. You look down at the gas gauge, empty it reads. You need petro and you need to find a phone and you need to know where the hell you are. But you keep traveling up that mountain, the car sputters and that�s when you see the lights of DimWoody. Thank God, you think to yourself and your car rolls in empty into Bobs Gas Station. You think things are going to be just fine, you see an old man sauntering over to your car.
You poke your head out of the window �Hi!� you yell to the skinny frame of a man real friendly like, �I need some gas.�
He looks you over, you feel a bit intimidated. He says not a word. You add, �And do you have a phone?� You get out of your car and you notice how damn cold it is. You can smell the snow on its way, and the pine of the trees and you feel so far from home.
�Yep.� He says flatly.
�Can I use you phone?� you ask.
�Is it local?� he barks back.
�No, but I will reverse the charges.� You tell him. You smile, cause he isn�t.
�Gotta buy gas if you want to use the phone.� He adds.
�No problem there I need gas�could you fill it up?� you ask him.
�Nope. Don�t got no gas.� The old man said, as he spit his tobacco just missing your shoe.
�Well then can I use the phone?� you ask as you jump away from the next tobacco spittle that headed your way.
�Nope. No Gas NO phone.� Then he smiles his brown teeth glistening with tobacco juice.
And then you know�.you aint going anywhere tonight. You might as well settle in for a night at DimWoody, get a bite to eat at Seven Eleven Heaven and have a drink maybe more at Sharx Bar. Come on in�.there is a lot of folks like you still waiting for that gas to arrive and make that call to where they call home.