I found this old gas station along highway 50 in a town called Syracuse.
Once class of old buildings I especially like is old gas stations. They mark a period of time in American History. Early to mid 20th century before proprietors figured out that when people stop their car for gas, its an excellent time to sell them other things like candy bars, supersized carbonated sugar water (soda), pizza, potato chips, and on and on.
In the 60s when I was coming of age, a gas station had an attendant, they checked your oil, cleaned your windshield, checked your air pressure, and didn't get tipped, all for the pice of your gas.
Now you have to pay a ridicules price just to put air in your tire, that you have to do yourself over on the side hidden away from the flow of convenience store customers. Most don't sell oil, and if you want to clean your windshield have at it. They provide an often ragged sponge half laying on a stick sitting in a primordial solution...