PublicBookshelf Book Club
Michael E. Johnson
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"There is an Angel for everyone; and everyone has an Angel… MM
It was the summer of '65; we had graduated from High School and it was a time to make decisions that would affect the rest of our lives. I wanted to put it off as long as I could.
The train slowly swayed back and forth as it ambled down the railroad tracks. I was enjoying the trip - traveling cross country. I was traveling to Denver to visit Dr. Joseph Prescott, Mattie Hall's son. I had always been fascinated with trains and this was a great opportunity to take a long ride. There weren't many passengers on the train-which was fine with me. It was an opportunity to relax and enjoy the passing scenery. We made a stop in St. Louis where as many passengers got on as got off. I noticed a young couple get on. They were dressed like "hippies". They both had equally long hair and flowered outfits. They seemed very giggly and high spirited.
My friend Dave Barkley was sleeping in the seat next to me and paid no attention to the hippies. I had talked Dave into going with me. He had earned a scholarship for wrestling but wanted to do something special before heading toward all the responsibility of college. We were both happy to get away and we planned on having some fun on a journey that not only was on a train, but in the end proved to be a journey that would begin our adulthood.