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To: MSB who wrote (834)	4/19/1998 11:56:00 AM
From: MSB	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1770

later . . . Having been fed, I returned to the motel and slept the night. I awoke the next morning and called again to see if Quik was home. No answer. I decided that I would go to the house where he lived with his girlfriend at the time and see if I could find something out. I had no transportation so it was only my feet to get me to his apartment. Something I've noticed when walking in a strange community is the feeling of being out of place. It feels so odd to be in a new place and be afoot. Further more, I was in a place where the person I was coming to see had no idea I was coming. I suppose one wonders who is watching the stranger, wonders about them and why they're in this place where they've not been seen before. I found his apartment about a 1/2 mile from the motel. It was an apartment which had been made from a house, a house that had been subdivided to accomidate two or three apartments. I inquired as to his whereabouts from one of the other residents and they said they hadn't seen him for a couple of days. Uh-oh, looks like I took a 4 - 500 mile trip for nothing. I was a bit depressed to say the least. Was it a sign? What was I supposed to have learned from all this foolishness which I had spent two days exploiting? I wasn't worried. I mean, shoot, I had cash in my pocket and knew I could get back to where I had started this little adventure. (PTL for good parents). I went back to the motel and called the bus station. The next bus was scheduled to leave sometime later that evening. About 4 in the afternoon, the phone in my room, rang. It was Quik. We chatted for a few minutes, I told him what the story was, and he was coming right over. I checked out. Let the foolishness continue...