and post notes and photos about your poem like charles messina.
This is a true story of a time when I was in my younger years. I had moved out to California with a buddy of mine. To make a long story short, we had met some people that we became pretty close to while we spent a year there away from our homes in New Jersey. We were the adventurous type of kids as we did a lot of hitch-hiking all over the place. When we came back from California we decided to go camping and to hitch a ride up to the mountains in Pennsylvania which was a few hours away from where we lived. We were thumbing on this back street that had very little traffic and someone passed us by in a Winnebago. Shortly after passing us they did a u-turn and came back to pick us up and to give us a ride. Well, it turns out that the people who picked us up were actually two of the performers in the play that we worked at in California. It's a 3000 mile journey from N.J. to Ca. So it was a trip to see these people. They actually were heading back to California because they had just came back from New York where they were married. Unfortunately for us, they couldn't give us a ride because they were heading west and we were heading east. But it was great to see them. I have never seen them again.