“We could spread it on the ground alongside the car. With gas and tire rationing a lot of people had to hitchhike in those days.”
She paused to watch as Sam tried to make sense of what she had just said. After a few moments she gave a slight smile and said, “Yes, it was during the war– October of ’43. It didn’t seem real to me. “Where you goin’?” he asked through the rolled-down passenger-side window. But first he had to get to Havana without falling asleep from fatigue and boredom. “Where you goin’?” he asked through the rolled-down passenger-side window. Then, just as the truck went past, another set of headlights flared directly in front of him… “Oh,” he said as a look of confusion came over his face. “I was named after my grandmother.”
“An old-style name,” he said. Normally, it was always windy on The Dixie Highway, especially in the fall. With gas and tire rationing a lot of people had to hitchhike in those days.”
She paused to watch as Sam tried to make sense
