Broadcast: 21st June 1946
Added: Jun 13 2001
Six days ago I left Brooklyn to drive to California. I was in excellent spirits for the drive ahead, even the loneliness seemed like a lark. But I wasn't expecting him. Crossing Brooklyn Bridge that morning in the rain, I saw a man leaning against the cables. He seemed to be waiting for a lift. He stepped off the walk and if I hadn't swerved I'd have hit him. I almost did! I would have forgotten him completely except that just an hour later, while crossing the Pulaski Skyway, I saw him again. He was standing with one thumb pointing west...