We’re not talking TSA, ABIA, or any other initials. We’re talking Airport Boulevard when the airport was Mueller, not Bergstrom.

Gene Johnson’s garage is still a true service station. The ladies don’t need to leave their vehicles. Genial Gene’s people will fill ‘er up, change the oil, check tire pressure, and more. The service bays are always busy. I never do remember to ask whether it’s possible for a civilian to acquire one of those tee-shirts worn by most of the staff, the ones with crossed socket wrenches and the motto about service with a smile, but I always forget. Gene Johnson’s business, along with many others, can be found in the Black Registry published by Tommy Wyatt of The Villager newspaper.

We saw that the Tamale House was very busy today, as were all the businesses along this part of Airport. Pedestrians were many, contrary to all the idle talk floating around these days about the need to improve Airport ouf of all recognition.

I enjoy Airport Boulevard just the way it is, and the Tamale House and Gene Johnson’s are only two of the many, many reasons.