Chapter 20
Keplar was taking it slow down Washington Avenue. He drove by an old Sinclair Gas Station that he worked in as a teenager. It hadn't changed except there was now another teenager pumping gas. He was a skinny blonde who looked bored as he looked at Keplar's squad car passing by. Keplar saluted him and the young man waved. As he drove on he thought back to those carefree days before the war when he had great dreams. He had wanted to become a cabinet maker because in shop class it was the one thing that he excelled at. He never thought himself to be smart, but at least he could work with his hands. There was also the possibility of becoming a car mechanic using the skills he learned from the mechanics in the garage. He loved his beat up old Chevy that he had to be constan
