After graduating high school in 1970, I hit the open road. I’d work a somewhere for a few months, save up a couple hundred dollars, then head out on a hitchhiking trip.
It was an education no university could offer.
On one such trip, I made it from Cleveland to L.A. and back in three rides. On another, I was robbed and ended up in jail in Upstate New York. After they released me, I continued on my trip to the East Coast, where I was dropped off at a mansion in Cambridge, Mass., and given the run of the place.
The uncertainty only added to the allure.
Was it dangerous? Sure. But, to me, living without adventure wasn’t living at all.
More in future posts in my “Autobiography” series.