On The Road Home; “a memoir”

There was one posting that seemed to be what I was looking for.  “San Francisco to New York – 5 day trip.  Leaving last Saturday of August.  Share driving and expenses.  Call…..” I copied the information and continued searching the Notices Board in the Student Union at UCal Berkeley.  No more rides were hanging there.  The departure eight days hence would get me home to Newburyport in time to pack.  Repack actually, for the return to college in Worcester for my Senior year.  I had been working the summer of ’67 as a Junior Chemist in the Shell Refinery in Martinez, California. I had flown to San Francisco in June.  $150 for the flight!  That was a small fortune.  I stayed with my high school friend, John, in his rented bungalow in Concord.  He had been working at Shell for two years as a Senior Chemist. John dropped me at the address in the Haight-Ashbury.  I said, “Thanks.  See you later.”  I didn’t know when later would be. “Kit into the boot.”  I tossed my suitcase into the trunk on top of the other stuff. The car was a Dodge sedan, and the owner was an average looking guy from Georgia, who went to Emory University.  “Heading back for Divinity School.”  The second passenger, a tall 18 year older from Baltimore, was drifting back home after being a summer hippie.  The third passenger was on old grizzled guy from the Beat generation heading back to New York.  Me, the fourth passenger?  A straight-arrow clean-cut Chemist. Deferring to those who had spent the summer in Haight-Ashbury, I crawled into the...