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I remember the odd/even days here in Pennsylvania.

Maryland we referred to as "The Planet Maryland". Super provincial and dog-eat-dog. We talked with a Winnebago owner who ran out of gas heading for the state line - no one would sell him gas. State trooper took him to a gas station and ordered the owner to sell the guy enough gas to get across the state line. He did so - at $8.00 a gallon. Been back to PA many times since, but will not spend ONE FRIGGING DIME in Maryland.

Me too - thought it was a cool way to handle the lines. Of course, there were always the a-holes with the wrong plate trying to get a few qallons. We lived in California then and took our RV back to PA to see family when the crisis hit. Lined up, waiting for gas, people were snarling "Why don't you go back home?" and things started to get nasty when I snarled back, "What the Hell do you think I'm trying to do?" This same mindset is going to be pounding on your door when TSHTF.

Maryland we referred to as "The Planet Maryland". Super provincial and dog-eat-dog. We talked with a Winnebago owner who ran out of gas heading for the state line - no one would sell him gas. State trooper took him to a gas station and ordered the owner to sell the guy enough gas to get across the state line. He did so - at $8.00 a gallon. Been back to PA many times since, but will not spend ONE FRIGGING DIME in Maryland.

Interesting story there. I'm not much of as Maryland fan although when my aunt moved to the Frederick area with her family for a couple of years, it wasn't a bad place. I was about 5 or 6, my 13 year old cousin took me for rides on his mini-bike at the construction site next to their apartment building. Still, with the exception of the rural parts, it is a very Democratic place. I'd try to pass through there if I can. We had a 1977 Mercury Cougar at that time, still have it, if I get my crap together, I'd like to restore it and get her back on the road.