Our local gas station was two houses away, a DX station. We owned a lawn boy, dad would get the all metal gas can with screw on metal flex hose, add a jiggle of whatever oil was in the shed, hand me one dollar and off I'd go to get fuel. Here is the kicker. I would get 1.5 gallons of gas, a candy bar, and a glass bottle of pop, AND get change back. I remember coming home and watching the latest developments of the Tet offensive on TV.