What A Long Strange Trip – Friday Fictioneers
THE DETAILS:
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THE PROMPT:
This week’s photo prompt courtesy of, and copyright by, Jean L. Hays.
THE STORY:
What A Long Strange Trip
I turned 18 and said goodbye to Ava, Illinois. In August, I stood on the Highway 57 ramp with my thumb in the air. I got a ride to Chicago from two guys going to see The Who at the Auditorium Theater. I had no idea what to do when I got there so I walked around. I headed toward the lake and wound up at Jackson and Lake Shore Drive which is where I saw the sign. I remember it like it was yesterday: I started west and I stopped 2,400 miles later. That beautiful sign changed my life.
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Michael B. Fishman
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Sounds as though it was a good change, Michael.
janet
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I love the ending! A true happy ending. 🙂
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Dear Michael,
Road trips will do that. A nice evocation of the prompt and the time. Well done.
Aloha,
Doug
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Dear Michael,
If we look back I think we recognize those little milestones that changed our lives. It’s a journey with lots of turns and twists. Your story illustrates this well.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Sounds very true. What a great memory.
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Great last sentence.. there are those cases that once you start moving you go a long way.
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I bummed a ride from Rantoul, Illinois to Chicago once and spent the night in Midway Airport. It has been a long, strange trip ever since. Nice story.
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If you’re going to wander, I guess hat’s the age to do it. I can understand how it could change a life. Hitchhiking can be chancy though. Good story, Michael, and well done. 🙂 — Suzanne
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