Where did we steer? Lately, my dad had been saying a lot that "New Mexico is coming". So I decided to convince A to head there with me and beat New Mexico to the punch. Alas, we ran out of gas and, being too short to operate a gas pump, "borrowed" some motor bikes from a road stop in Indiana. Here I am on my "hog". My Grandpa J would be so proud of me!
When the motor bikes ran out of gas, A and I realized we had no money, no food, and no fuel. Bouyed by hearing "Miss Independent" from Kelly Clarkson on the radio, we took jobs. Below, you can see my first job was mowing lawns in Des Moines, Iowa.
This didn't strike my fancy for long and after making enough to fuel up our "hogs" we took off again. We ran into trouble in Wyoming when our bikes broke down. Desperate for cash we decided to take a dishwashing job like Laura did while in college in "Little House on the Prarie". Here I ponder how my youthful indiscretion left me so far from home and my wonderful dad.
Taking advantage of Greyhound's Frequent Rider program, A and I were able to get to to Seattle, Washington for only $13 dollars each. Once there, we took jobs as fish sorters at the docks. The job was stinky and no fun. The smell soon awoke our senses and we used a telephone to call my dad. Enough of this working my way across the USA! Let New Mexico come to us!
My dad upon answering the telephone leaped into his car and came and got the both of us. Back at home, I spend some quality time with my dad looking through the atlas. I excitedly pointed to New Mexico and told him that's where we were headed. He shook his head and said New Mexico had come up so often because that's what we planned on naming my brother. Whoops!