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April 30 In Search of America 1975 – Hitch hiking Tales

When I was young and foolish
Broke and stubborn 
I hitchhiked across the USA 

Started in Salt Lake City 
Where my greyhound bus pass 
Was stolen 

The station manager 
Could have helped me 
But refused to do so 

Threaten to call the cops 
When I grabbed my bags Without the stolen tags 

I said 
Go ahead 
But I am so out of here 

Wondered about Salt Lake City 
Went to a bar 
Found I had to buy my booze 
Next door 
And they would mix it for me 

Had to order food too 
After a bloody Mary 
And a burger 

I walked about town 
Saw the Mormon Temple 

Finally about 3 pm 
It was time to hit the road 
Did not look back 

Ended up in Cody Wyoming 
Got a room shower 
Steak beer 
Using my rapidly depleted cash Spent 25 dollars 
Money really went far 
Back in those days 

A band of professional 
Communist agitators 
Gave me a ride 
To Des Moines 

Lots of weed, booze 
And politics later 
Got off the road 
Slept outside 

Next day 
A beautiful woman 	
Drove me to near Chicago 
In a red mustang 

Might have been 
The girl in the song 
Took it easy 
Digging her vibe 

She invited home 
But was not sure 
If her estranged husband 
Would welcome me 

So, I am being foolish 
And inexperienced with women 
Did not go to her place 

And always regretted 
That I had lost 
My chance that day 

Then on to Chicago 
Several rides later 
Visited friends 

Hit the road again 
A series of uneventful rides 
With truckers 
And others 

And a week later 
I ended in New York City 

Slept along the way 
In cars 
In truck stops 
In high way rest stops 

Always moving 
Always going 
None stop talking 
And lots of free weed 
And beer 
And conversation 

One more memorable ride 
Occurred outside Albany 
On my return to Chicago 

A middle age creepy looking man 
Picked me up 
In a brand-new Cadillac 

He was he said a dynamite deliverer 
For the Mafia 
Went to various places 
To blow up shit 

He hated a lot of people 
Particularly hippies from California 
And Jewish people 

Looking at me to confirm 
That I was both 

I told him that I lived in New York 
And had never been to California 
And although I might have looked Jewish 
As I what was called back in the day 
A “Jewfro” 

I was not Jewish 
Many years later I discovered 
That I am indeed part Jewish 
But then I did not know 
And I felt a bit of strategic information 
Might keep me alive 

end part one
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