Frank and I walk each day to get our steps in and some exercise. On our visit to my sister here in Ojai, CA, we were walking along a road yesterday and saw some old gas pumps in a yard. Intrigued, we went around to the front gate and peered in. As fate would have it, the owner pulled up in his car just then (seriously) and was such a great guy. He opened the gate and gave us a tour and history of his fabulous property with collectible gas pumps arranged in a sort of gas pump village.