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GASOLINE

Gasoline‒it’s what we know. Our great-great-grandparents knew it, too. The hydrocarbon has been with us more than a hundred years and it fueled The American Century from humble beginnings on rutted gravel roads to today’s 48,440 miles of asphalt within the Interstate Highway System. Culturally, gasoline is as deeply rooted in America’s psyche as a V8 GTO motoring down limitless black ribbons of asphalt. That’s America, baby! …and Gasss…Ooo…Leen. Have you ever noticed how many songs mention “gasoline”? It just has a ring to it; it even sounds cool. Maybe that’s why it’s so often used? No, it isn’t only […]

Leaf Peeping Routes

We may be biased, but Minnesota has to be one of the best places to live in the entire US. In fact, that’s actually proven to be true. Depending on the source, our state is ranked the second or third best throughout the nation. The natural environment always plays a role in putting us at the top of the list. Crystal blue waters and skies against yellow, orange and red leaves in the fall surely is a spectacular sight. There was concern that this year’s leaves may not be as vibrant in parts of the state due to the drought […]

Another Great Season of Fuel Promotions

The changing of leaves and harvesting of crops also coincides with the end of another successful season of fuel promotions. This year more than a dozen outdoor fuel station events occurred throughout the state, boasting about the benefits of ethanol blends. The events are a great opportunity for the public to learn about the ethanol choices available to them, and how they benefit the environment, local economy, and save money at the fuel pump. Educational materials and big fuel discounts are also given away. The local county Corn and Soybean Growers Associations do a great job taking fuel promotions to […]

This isn't 'Jenny' but it looks like her

National Name Your Car Day‒October 2

In the endless parade of ‘national days’, this one caught my eye. Initially, I chuckled. Then came a twinge of melancholy over memories of cars I’ve owned. The Minnesota rite of passage for driving comes at age 16. At 15 I couldn’t drive, but I owned a car. That avocado green 1972 Chevrolet Impala with black vinyl top was purchased from my maternal grandmother. Her name was Jenny—the car’s, not my grandma’s. Waiting to drive was excruciating for a youngest-in-his-class teenager. One can only polish a car so many times while it’s parked, dripping fluids on your dad’s driveway. Sadly, […]