by Ray Jason
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I
wore a rugged, brown, naval aviator’s jacket from a surplus store
and carried a small, tough suitcase that I adorned with decals from
my travels. This was well before the back-pack era and the relative
ease of thumbing rides with hippies in VW vans.
One
other item that also traveled with me was an envelope filled with my
favorite quotations. When waiting for a ride in some inhospitable
spot, I would pass the time finding comfort in the wit and wisdom of
these insights and observations.