This blog follows my adventures in BookCrossing--the practice of leaving a book in a public place to be picked up and read by others, who then do likewise. It is a fascinating exercise in fate, karma, or whatever you want to call the chain of events that can occur between two or more lives and one piece of literature.
Tuesday, May 04, 2010
Wild Release #920
Once again, running on fumes, I stopped at the nearest gas station to fill up my tank. I felt a little guilty this time, because the nearest gas station was the BP on Route 119 in South Greensburg. Sister No. 6 boycotted Exxon gas stations for years after the Exxon Valdez accident, and I felt a similar urge to do the same since the recent BP oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. Some people say that boycotting the gas stations only hurts the individual station owners and your own local economy; it has little to no impact on the giant corporate behemoth you really want to take notice. Long story short, I filled up at BP and I left John Grisham's "The Runaway Jury" behind. Hopefully, my verdict will come back "not guilty."
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