At signal corp in Kingston there was a fellow named Brown. He had an old car and he used to give guys rides to Toronto on the weekends. I went with him once. He would charge the guys who went with him for gas. He would run out of gas sometimes and have to put cleaning oil in the tank. With gas rationing, no one could get enough gas to drive to Toronto every weekend. He always had something on the go, something for sale, maybe gas or cleaning oil, sometimes cheap cigarettes. I didn't see him once we went to England. I heard he was captured and spent the last part of the war in a camp. He was probably behind the lines selling cigarettes.