Brain dropping: 1964 bus ride from Texas to California. I promised a bus story to another DU'er, so here it is.
1964 and I had been drafted. I told my employer, a NJ state agency I would be back in two years. A day later, I was rejected because I'm legally blind in my left eye. Back to the job but I want to take a month off to see the country. "Sure, go ahead." -since they were planning to do without me for two years anyway.
I got a ride with friends to Hattiesburg Miss. From there, I took a bus to Copperas Cove, Tx. where my uncle was stationed as a captain at Ft. Hood. I spent two weeks there, getting a tan at the officers' club and pool. Then on the bus to L.A. to visit another uncle.
So for about four or five days, it's me and the Old Grey Dog. If you've never taken a bus ride of any distance, it is a ride of four or 6 hours and then the bus stops. You get off, take a pee, get a Coke and get back on the bus - usually with another seat mate. Sometimes, you talk, sometimes, you just sleep.
The bus was going into Waco and my seat mate was a man in his 90's. He told me about a gun fight on one of the streets of Waco and pointed out an Oak tree where a cattle rustler had been vigilante hanged..
Old timer: (Mind you, I'm now 83) " Do you have a girlfriend?"
Me: "No, I guess I ain't good lookin' enough."
O.T.: "Ya don't masturbate, do ya?"
Me: " Oh no, I don't do any of that stuff." ( Even though I had just recently mastered the art of switching hands without missing a stroke). I wasn't going to get into any of that with the guy.
O.T.: "That's good. Don't masturbate and there's no reason a boy like you can't get yourself a good looking girlfriend."
A short time later, the bus goes by the Waco Museum or maybe it was the library. He brings up that the museum held rattlesnake hunts once a month.
O.T.: "Ya know, I had a friend, Bill. Bill and I, when we were kids, we played together and went to church together. As time passed, Bill stopped going to church. I always talked to him about getting back, getting right with "The Lord." Bill was also part of the group that was on the rattlesnake hunts and I heard that he was getting kind'a slow on the grab with them snakes.
I said to him, 'I said, Bill, I hear you're getting kind'a slow on grabbing them snakes. Don't you think It's time, maybe you come back to church and get right with "The Lord?" '
Well Bill agreed that maybe it was time to git back to church and that he would see me there next Sunday.
That Saturday was a hunt and sure enough, Bill grabbed a snake to far behind the head, he got bit and they said he didn't even make it to the hospital"
With that, the Old Timer looked out the bus window and up at the sky, "Ya know, I always wondered how old Bill made out."
Well that story stopped me masturbating for a day or so - or at least got me stopped thinking about masturbating since it would have been difficult but not impossible to do such while riding on the bus.
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but you’re so adept with both hands , snake wouldna had a chance …
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Something about how you went half blind? 