I hitchhiked out to Detroit, I remember, to visit an aunt. From there I went out to Iowa, and then I fanned out. Again and again, when I was 14 and 15, I would leave home with 25 or 35 — 35 cents sticks in my mind. I think I had a quarter and a dime on two of my trips. Never phased me a bit. Go right straight across the continent. In those days, it was easy to do. Everybody had a new car, and they wanted to show it off. If they liked you, they would pick you up and often times feed you and take you to their home. And there were no weirdoes on the road then. There were, but we never saw them. I had a vivid experience in those years. I went everywhere, and I did it on nothing.