Neighborhoods change a lot over the years. Heck, Elenka is still not allowed to drive through her old neighborhood in Jersey. Most of Maine is not that dangerous. This used to be an all service Shell Service Station, as it used to be called. At the corner, there were six, count them 6, gas stations back then. The most expensive gas was found here at the Shell. Beside providing you the expense of the gas, the feller that cleaned your windows and checked your oil was impeccably dressed in brown shirt and pants with the bright yellow piping around the edges. The station was the cleanest of them all too, with every item for sale or ready for use in its place. And unlike many of the other stations, the cord that signaled that a car had just pulled in for attention, with a loud 'ding', always was in working order. Today, I'd pull in there for gas; however, I think I'd have to pass on their tattooing and piercing services. Besides, in my own mind, I'm famous already.