Cold, Grey Sky Shrouds a Freezing Oregon Morning.
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The Narrator, thinking of what happened in Chicago, says:] “ .. It won’t happen again. . . . .. I think what I’ll do is head down for San Francisco, and put Chris on a bus for home, and then sell the cycle and check in at a hospital . . . or that last seems so pointless. . . . I don’t know what I’ll do. .. The trip won’t have been entirely wasted. At least he’ll have some good memories of me as he grows up. That takes away some of the anxiety a little. That’s a good thought to hold on to. I’ll hold on to that. .. Meanwhile, just continue on a normal trip and hope something improves. Don’t throw anything away. Never, never throw anything away.” (Cont. Next)
5.8 Miles North of La Pine, OR.
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