no such thing as a free lunch
Someone once told me that if a newspaper interviews you they’ll buy you lunch for your time. I had more time than money so I called up the Evanston newspaper to see if they were interested. Unfortunately, I wasn’t smart enough to say the words, “and will you buy me lunch?” I think my subconscious plan was just to look hungry and pathetic. It was a look that came very easily to me at that time.
The reporter, Mary Harmon, finally showed up around noon and spent two and a half hours interviewing me, her questions interrupted only by the growling of my stomach. When she was done, I was left to my own devices for sustenance.
After the interview was over I realized that I was missing a tent pole. In my haste last night I had left it at the trailer park when I was scooping up everything and throwing it into the back of Earl’s truck. I pedaled back to their house where we eventually found it.
Consequently, I didn’t leave Henderson until after 5:00, my latest start since my first day of riding.
My late start was instrumental in what happened next.
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