One last one, ?!

 And so, as you might expect this is mostly about hitch hiking, which it seems did increase somewhat in popularity after Kerouac published - On The Road - , at least in my imagination, but it is useful also when dealing with , and talking strictly galactic travel.  See, if you got 10 pellets to run the equipment, and if you know you have already traveled about 100,000 light years, and you really don't know where you are or where you are going, well, guess what, you are probably lost, and if you can't find one of those pellets, well, you may be in serious difficulties. That kind of brings us to the issue of, > is it the pellets, or the light years ? <

That was ,of course, not a problem that a young man from Iowa would be facing, as he began hitch hiking to New Yorik, I am pretty sure  this issue of , one last one, what ever that might mean, to a young man from Iowa, in the early 1960s, was not on his mind.  Running into some oldish Studebaker pickup, looking particularly abondoned, might be odd to think of, but might not be all that unusual.  See, it's a sad, but also true story that hitch hiking, of course, would involve, both hitching parts, as well as hiking parts, which seems to have gotten, not too clearlly seperated in what was , maybe ?, semi-fictional, ???? Not sure.

And, oddly, that Studebaker pickup, did in fact carry the young man, who would become the older man, who after some school and taking some tests, did, in fact, become the Dr. Z, who pays Susan's salary, which helps pay her bills, and of course will soon meet up with the tiger, the tin man, and of course Susan's sister Maggie.

Quite odd how that all adds up , really ; so, I just hate to say that thiis will be the last post, presumably until the next one ?????  Presumably, there will be more on this >>> semi-murky <<<, thing, called democracy, which, oddly, many people have different views on, for example, people who sell hats.

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