Tour

So now I was supposed to sneak on base in the night-time dark. Someone was going to pick me up at the Souvlaki-stand, cafe, near the commuter train into down-town Athens, and I hunched down, on the floor behind the front seats, would be smuggled past the Greek guards at the Greek air force base, where this American outpost was situated.

I waited at the Souvlaki-stand and nobody came, or rather think they did, because sitting just inside the glass door closed, and back to a side-wall, I just caught a glimpse of a black car taking off. They didn't come in. They looked saw what they thought was a hippy maybe, and took off. Not much of a pick-up. I called Sergeant Lifer from the phone there, and we settled on a dinner date with him and his beautiful wife, she well-mannered, educated, of seeming good-class, that one would wonder, what she was doing with him, seeming so opposite, but a really, really good-guy. But he knew the score. He liked a good time, and showing her a good-time with constant amusement he served her. He was a good guy. We had dinner at the Hilton Hotel in Athens. He liked me.

I got a plane, and on-it met a guy that had been in the next unit over on my army base, and had gotten out just around the time I did. He had spent the whole year on the island Majorca, I think it was. Interestingly enough, the woman sitting next to me and I had a window seat, and she middle, a long-haired dream girl blond, maybe seventeen, her parents around somewhere, she was from one of the Carolina's I think, and we became great friends. She had the movie earphone set costing extra, and she shared her right ear phone with me. We watched a movie together. I wrote her for many months from Haight Ashbury and perhaps North Beach, San Francisco, and still have her letters though I haven't looked at them. Then suddenly she had a boyfriend or something and was gone. From was it, John F. Kennedy airport in New York, I called the numbers of my friends in DC. Thought I might jaunt down there and visit them. See what as there. But no answers. It was winter and too cold for New York visiting, although I would have liked to; so I got on a greyhound and went home to Illinois, and my mother's house.

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