In the comments of this post at PG’s place, I marveled at the fact that I’ve encountered two people in my life who go by Herky.
Father Spoon, fellow Erie refugee and proprietor of the beercast “Should I Drink That?” (Answer: Hell, yes!), was brave enough to risk life and limb to snap a picture of Herky’s gas station off of Station Road. My gratitude, dear sir.
(Bonus Woy trivia fact: This is down the street from the site of my old fraternity house, which was condemned, demolished, and replaced by a brandy-new Curves. Oh, the irony.)
