To the Editor:
I was sad to read that Phil Lucas had passed away June 9 (obituary, June 16 Times-News, Page 2B).
I came to know Phil in 1972 while dating a girl from Cresaptown where Phil’s gas station was located.
It was one of those mom and pop type service stations, nothing fancy but one of the last “full service” stations.
What was unique was when you stopped for gas there was Phil ready to fill your tank, clean your windshield, check your oil and check your tire pressure if requested; thus, “full service” and always with a smile.
As an added feature if you had children Phil always had a stick pretzel for each one before they left. Phil must have learned his approach of working with the public from his dad, Phil Sr., affectionately known as “Pop.”
Before “Pop” passed away he was always at the station with Phil Jr. handing out the pretzels to the kids.
As I thought about Phil’s passing I came to the conclusion that he had done it right — hard work, dedication, and a commitment to the community — that was Phil.
Phil was part of the “greatest generation,” when people pulled themselves up by their own bootstraps, dealt with setbacks, moved on, treated people with respect and didn’t expect a handout every time things got tough.
Phil kept his service station open for a number of years and the day he closed his doors for the last time was a sad day indeed in Cresaptown.
Phil was not one to sit around so he went to work for some other service stations in the area for awhile, but it just wasn’t what it used to be. Phil’s last job was as a greeter at Walmart were he was back in his element, greeting the public.
It was here that he reconnected with my son, Joshua, who had been a recipient of many a pretzel as a youngster and also an occasional bag of M&Ms.
Phil and Joshua became good friends and remained so to this day. After Phil left Walmart I would run into him from time to time and the conversation would always end up about Joshua and his career and Phil would always say “that Josh is a good boy.”
Phil left a legacy here in Cresaptown and many friends will miss his smile and friendly demeanor, but I just close with “Rest, my friend,” and remember that you did do it right!