Chapter 19The return trip of about 150 miles was uneventful, unless you count the severe heart palpitations, fluttering of the pulse, entwining of the intestines, and ice cold sweat that dripped down from my head to toe every time I spotted a state trooper or local police car. I was in a hurry to get back but, fearful of being hauled over for speeding, drove back at a snail's pace. I'm sure that I would have lost some hearing from all the drivers who honked their horns if I had not kept the car windows closed. Giving these highway bums the bird only seemed to have added to their annoyance.
Signs continuously pointed the way to LA. They seemed to be saying that I had no recourse but to follow them, which I did. When I arrived at Bunker Hill I parked the car well away from the apartment and
