Will $4.95 get me 25 miles North?
A quiet moment getting gas this morning shifted my creative energy into a space of appreciation and absolute gratitude. The love that surrounds and the expression we can share with others effortlessly but purposefully never ceases to amaze me. I watched a young man, barely 22, counting nickels and dimes at the counter of Chevron on Foothill Blvd in Tujunga, hoping he could put just enough gas into his bright yellow souped up chevy truck to get up the hill to Santa Clarita. Evaluating the authenticity of his ride… READ MORE BY BECOMING A LOFT513 MEMBER.