He left Boston on August 28th and arrived at my door on September 30th having zig-zagged his way across the United States on the back of his motorcycle. He slept in parks, in motels, and in the beds of friendly ladies. He looked a little crusty but his smile was genuine. It was apparently a great adventure, one that was prompted by a memorial service for his uncle.
Uncle Sal never stayed in one place for very long and had a lifetime of glorious experiences from South America to Alaska. He told wonderful stories about the people he met and the close calls he escaped. His favorite nephew followed his route. He left his job, his freinds and his comfortable bed for a trip that has changed his perspective on his country, his beliefs and his ability to soar above the mundane.
You did good, Buddy.
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