They called him “gramps” and threw him out after 29 years—until the new owner discovered the one thing he never knew: the neighborhood wasn’t loyal to the store. It was loyal to Tom.
Twenty-nine years. That was how long I had worked the counter at the Gas-N-Go on 26th. Twenty-nine years of opening the doors before sunrise. Twenty-nine winters of scraping ice from …
They called him “gramps” and threw him out after 29 years—until the new owner discovered the one thing he never knew: the neighborhood wasn’t loyal to the store. It was loyal to Tom. Read More