h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I once sat in the same restaurant in Santa Cruz with John Astin.

And I know Jimmy Dale Gilmore!
Well, I shoved a video camera in his direction during a concert shoot at the Ritz in Austin, for Max's Birthday Party.
Max was a former flower-seller who rose to serve on the city council and ran for Mayor twice.
Much later, I went with my father to the Austin airport to see him off and needed a ride home. I encountered Jimmy and he was kind enough to give me a ride back to town.

>> I went with my father to the Austin airport to see him off and needed a ride home. <<

I think there's something you're not telling me here. Or am I, as usual, simply too thick and missing the point? I can of course fill in some of the blanks with imaginary details of my own, y'know, if it's too much trouble to expand on the actual circumstances as you remember them, but I doubt my imaginings would in anyway coicide with whatever realities you're referring to.


~jwf~

We took a cab to the airport. My father got on the plane. I was going to walk home.

Now, y'see, I never would have imagined that. Halifax International Airport is 35 miles from here. The longest I've ever walked was 7 miles and strangely enough that was in Texas.

Coming back from Mexico, the border guards told me I wasn't allowed to hitch-hike and of course no one in their right mind would pick up a hitch-hiker that close to the border so I had to walk until I'd passed the patrol cars at the 'second border' about seven miles in.

Then I got a lift from a Mexican guy in a Camaro. We got pulled over three miles later and thoroughly searched by one patrolman while his buddy kept his weapon drawn on us. The Mexican almost got himself shor when he reached back into the car to get a screwdriver, his 'key' for opening the trunk. It was empty and they let us go.

About a quarter mile down the road the Mexican started laughing and calling the Texas Highway Patrol several uncomplimentary names. "Wasso funny?" I asked, my trousers still damp from the sight of that 357 Magnum.

"Ha-ha, I'm smuggling tires. Four brand new Pirelli XXXs and they never even noticed. I'll get $500 a piece for these in St Louis."

peace
jwf

Yeah, I used to do things like hitchhiking...
and sleeping in cemetaries...

sometimes one wonders why we're still alive...