Day 79: Tuesday, September 8, 1981
Home: Marietta to Lansing
Today's notes are being written 32 years after they occurred. And, given my advanced senility, I of course can't remember most of the details. Such as whether this really happened on September 8. So I could make up something really outlandish - a slam-bang ending to my big journey - and nobody would be the wiser.
I do remember that Mary and I did not really have that much in common, and I'm not that much of a conversationalist, so the trip home was pretty quiet. She lives in a suburb of Cleveland, so if we made the 700 miles from Atlanta in one day, it would have been a pretty long trip. Mary drove me to the bus station, I threw my bike on board, and was home some five hours later. It was a low-key ending to a rewarding summer adventure. At least Catastrophe (my cat) was glad to see me.