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Page 89 West of Huron we got stuck in the snow and had to stay in Miller all night. Next day we got to Okobojo about noon. Had dinner and Shorty went on home. I think that was the last time I ever say him. He was killed in a motorcycle accident that next summer. Well, I finally had the equivalent (or more) of a high school education. I was ready, and felt like I could, meet the world on its own terms. Cathie was teaching in Minneapolis, had been for two years, and with a little financial help from her I had had an enjoyable school year. I got pencil and paper and began to plan my future. Even down to prices I would get and what it would be spent for. There was no way to lose. Well, that is, there was no way to loose on paper. It's amazing how foolish a person can be without even trying. |