Thursday, August 28, 2008
I met Reuben as I was walking past his used car lot on the outskirts of Boise. I heard two men screaming and went to see what was going on. Reuben was standing next to a car and a man and his son were walking away from him shouting. After they left I asked Reuben what it had been about and he said, "Oh, people come in here all the time trying to screw me so why shouldn't I try to screw them?" Mind you, this was at a time that in a national poll a majority of Americans said they would trust a used car salesman more than they would trust the President who, some of you might remember, was President Nixon, or, at least he was when I took this picture. Nixon resigned exactly four days later. Reuben invited me to his home for the night and he and his wife were gracious hosts.
This native american couple pulled into the Lewis and Clark Memorial in Astoria, overlooking the Pacific Ocean, at about the same time that I did and we talked for awhile. They agreed to be photographed and it was the last official photo of my walk.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
I hitchhiked back down to New Mexico from Olympia, WA, in late September and spent a few more days in Albuquerque. I went to the Bridge Street Cafe each day for breakfast and lunch and filled up on huevos rancheros and enchiladas. Finally I grabbed a train and headed back East to start the tedious job of processing the 400 rolls of film I had exposed during the year of the walk. At some point near at the end of the walk a guy approached me and said, "Ain't you the guy who walked across the country?" So I nodded and he said, " You must be crazy!" Then, after a pause he laughed and said, "Nope. I guess you'd be crazy if you wanted to walk back again."