Chapter 2Almost Home
With a great deal of relief and thanks to the patrolmen I went on into Missoula. I had drawn a sizable amount of cash out of my bank account in D.C. before I left there so in various places in the car I had stashed some cash. I stopped at a Micky “D”s that appeared to be open just off the freeway. It was, and I was able to buy the most highly priced double cheeseburgers I had ever paid for, at twenty dollars apiece with a coke that cost me five dollars. I guess everyone has to make it while they can. It looked to me like they were closing up. But at least I got to eat something besides Cheetos. It was the first “real” food I had eaten since well before Omaha.
I wolfed down the sandwiches and Coke as I drove further west toward Frenchtown. It was around ten miles out
