Precisely 56 years ago this week, I visited Colorado for the first time. It was not a vacation trip. I first met Willie Vance in 1966. We had been drafted and were sworn in on September 19th in Cleveland, Ohio. He was a tall Black man with a huge Afro, wearing a polka dot shirt with a huge collar. Imagine Sly and the Family Stone. I was a dazed suburban white kid, wondering how the hell life had come to this.
Love it, Steve! I remember a sermon one midnight mass back in CT many years ago and the minster talking about the presence of angels. You seemed to have met more than a few on your adventure many moons ago. Thank you for sharing and providing us a reminder of the good that still exists in the world! Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and Season's Greetings to you!!! Come visit us in Maine!
I love this story Steve. It brings back memories of my Vietnam era boyfriend at ft ord, Tom Owen, As well as my adventures in hitchhiking which were very similar to the story that you tell. The surprising mercies of strangers…
Love it, Steve! I remember a sermon one midnight mass back in CT many years ago and the minster talking about the presence of angels. You seemed to have met more than a few on your adventure many moons ago. Thank you for sharing and providing us a reminder of the good that still exists in the world! Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and Season's Greetings to you!!! Come visit us in Maine!
I love this story Steve. It brings back memories of my Vietnam era boyfriend at ft ord, Tom Owen, As well as my adventures in hitchhiking which were very similar to the story that you tell. The surprising mercies of strangers…