The lost backpack...
Bob was a friend of mine. He looked like Jesus. We traveled many miles together across this country, mostly by hitch-hiking. I just heard the news that he had passed away a few days ago.
An old blind man in Indiana said we were "free spirits". We had bought a couple of small backpacks and headed west in the early 70's. Who is going to tell the stories about the police in Wichita and the wobbly front wheel on the "probably" stolen 58 Chevy - that gave us a ride thru a big part of Kansas? Or the encounter with the drunken Indians on Colfax in Denver, that were returning from some sort of pow-wow in South Dakota? Or the whiskey-drinking "nuns" in Santa Fe? Or the House of Peace in Albuquerque? Or playing the harmonica on the streets of Boulder?
A couple of weeks ago, somebody had left a backpack in our front yard. It was hidden away in the bushes and brambles, behind the lilac bushes. I left it there for three or four days, hoping someone would come back and pick it up. Nobody came. I took the garden hoe and reached back into the bushes and retrieved it and my wife and I drove up to where some homeless people hang out, under the shade trees behind a Walgreens. I leaned the backpack up against one of the trees, hoping someone would recognize it?
I now believe that backpack may have been Bob's?
http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/middlesborodailynews/obituary.aspx?n=robert-d-allen-bob&pid=175471477&fhid=25116
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Who left it there?
Cher
