The fading Independent Owner Operator sign on an abandoned gas station near Mexico, Missouri
Can't help but think of that Alan Jackson song again:
He pumped your gas and he cleaned your glass
And one cold rainy night he fixed your flat.
The new stores came where you do it yourself,
You buy a lotto ticket and food off the shelf -
Forget the little man
Forget about that little man.
Now the court square's just a set of streets
That the people go round but they seldom think
'Bout the little man who built this town
Before the big money shut 'em down
And killed the little man
Oh, the little man.