Does anybody remember the fuel nazi that was the proprietor of the fuel dock in the 70's and early 80's? He was a firecracker named Peterson. He had a redheaded son that eventually took over the place. Anyway the 1st time I ever pulled up to get fuel I was 17 at the time and I had run from Cordova to Whittier and was on fumes in my 24' bowpicker, the redheaded kid tied me up and handed me the nozzle. I couldn't find my fuel key to get my cap off and asked the kid if they had one, the old man bellows GAWD &@#^ and runs out of the shack and tells the kid to cut me loose. I'm going uh what the heck? He screams NO FUEL FOR YOU! come back tomorrow when you're prepared you stupid dam kid! The funny thing is Wally Hickle was tied up getting fuel and he said, hey, the kid can use my fuel key, old man Peterson screamed to the redhead, shut his pump off! NO FUEL FOR YOU! You come back tomorrow! I think of that operation and lmao! Its still hilarious when me and my friends talk about those days. One other funny thing is the old man had this employee that was like a poster boy for Whittier misfits, I forget his name but he had these grotesque fingernails that were long and curly like Eddie Munters except they were thick and yellow. They were so long, he would have to put your receipt in his mouth and grab it w/ the back of his knuckles to rip the carbon copy off haha. Really when you think about Whittier hasn't really come too far.