As part of the getting into the fraternity I joined at Brown, we all were required to take road trips to prove our worthiness.
No big whoop - a quick trip to the Providence waterfront, or the river we used to sail, maybe even Boston, and all was OK.
Hah! Gene Nelson and I were sent to Buffalo, NY. Do you realize how far from Providence, RI that is?
We had to hitch hike, and a lovely older lady in a Thunderbird picked us up. She used that car to it's potential - even the toll booth guy was greatly impressed at how quickly - like 90 mph - we got there, seeing the entry time stamp.
While there, we shot over into Canada - our invented piece of the adventure. So I sent an old friend a postcard with, what I thought at the time, was a whimsical note that I had escaped to Canada to avoid the Vietnam War draft.
Unbenonced to me, he promptly called my folks.
After my safe return, I called home for my weekly checkin. I believe my father's famous words were "we're still trying to scape your mother off the kitchen ceiling"
I defied gravity.
No comments:
Post a Comment