Installment 38 spans two different eras of the American road. *** EUGENE TO BERKELEY I can’t even remember his name, that self-proclaimed guru, shit-talking man. Me, being all infected with a bad case of chronic, wild-hare-up-my-ass, a hankering, a yearnin’, a yen, thought hiking down to Mexico on the back of a thumb sounded, really, like a whole bunch of fun. We got from Eugene to Berkeley alright. And I knew people, so we stopped for a night. But plans could change on a dime back then, and for less than a dime I was given a gift free...Read More
Author: Mary Alice Elmahdy
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