Hitchhiking with Steve 1970     |     home
San Antonio
San Antonio
From New Orleans we went to San Antonio Texas.  An old friend of mine  from junior high school, Vicky, lived there with her husband and children.  I remembered Vicky as a fun loving, wild child in Satellite Beach Florida.  I could always go to her house and talk with her and her sister as well as have a snack.  Well, Vicky had changed an awful lot since finding Jesus and having children.  Aside from going to her church and hearing people “speaking in tungues” (where people start uttering strange words that they feel are given to them by God. Steve now tells me that it was at one of these prayer services he was concerned that I would be “saved” and start speaking in toungs. Looking back I remember being concerned that if he were to become a Jesus Freak I’d have to travel the rest of the way myself.

The moment I remember most was the three of us sitting in her kitchen and Vicky crying her eyes out.  She was upset that Steve and I would be going to Hell for not believing in Jesus.  In a way, I’ve always thought this was so sweet that she would care that much about us.  Since that time in 1970, Vicki has been through plenty, including a Christian doomsday cult in which they separated her children from her .  Vicki and her husband,  and children had to escape in the car of a journalist who was working on a story of the cult.  I always said she could write a book.