This is what I would call a «battle-hardened» location. At any given time during the day, expect to see folks lounging in make-shift benches or supporting the walls. Under the shade of the southernmost fence you can hear fierce discussions underway. This morning’s visit saw one of the employees stocking beer cans in the ice-bin front/center. From the looks of it, a good deal of the cans were Old Milwaukee tall-boys, if I’m not mistaken. Old Milwaukee & Milwaukee’s Best(or, more fondly remembered as «Old Immokalee and Imokalee’s Best back in College days) were«comfort-beer» back in my more impoverished days. As tempting as they were, glistening there, I did shudder and remembered it was 10AM — in, my case, in 2015. As such, I didn’t pick one up. The lady at the counter was very friendly and I pre-paid my gas, and walked back out to pump #1. Brief trip down memory lane for a moment: The year was 1988.(Spring, I believe). Tonto and I were leaving Ashemore’s Antiques(on Brevard, but on the other side of McComb). I was driving a magnificent 1982 Ford Crown Victoria at the time — really, a Crown Vic’, since it was a used unmarked cop car — and as we crossed McComb on Brevard, heading back to Cash Hall, shots fired from over at this very Time Saver. I chose to ignore THAT red light and went ahead and burnt through it — fairly rapidly, I might add. Hooo boy, those were the days!