He and I took turns driving and they took
me all the way to Canandaigua. I was driving on a divided highway
somewhere in So. Carolina when I was stopped for doing 35 in a 30 mph
zone. I was taken before a judge and fined $10. Those rich Bell's
didn't offer to pay it. It really made me mad to get fined for only 5
mph over the speed limit as I hadn't been home in a year and a half.
I can't remember much about my leave at home, but I must have spent
it visiting with all the ones who did not go in the service. I had a
good visit with the Montanyes and Lennie Pierce's family. When it was
time to report, I went by train from Rochester to San Francisco. Bill
Barnum and Al Bunnell from Cheshire gave me a ride to Rochester and
we spent several hours having a big time in a bar before train time.
We all staggered down to the depot and they poured me aboard. I
survived and enjoyed the train ride across the country. The trains
were always crowded then, but I enjoyed them. The train made an hours
stop in Cheyenne, Wyoiming and I got off to have something to eat.
The first person I saw when I entered the station was Al Johnson, the
big Swede, standing there! That wouldn't happen again in a million
years. We made the rest of the trip together and stayed overnight in
a San Francisco hotel.
The next morning we took a taxi across the Golden Gate Bridge to
Hamilton Field. It was good to be back among all the fellows from
flying school.
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