Theme ~ My 50 Years in America
As the bus left Colorado and turned onto Interstate 80 at Cheyenne, Wyoming, I felt I
had left my known world behind, that this bus trip was the beginning of a completely new phase of my life. I believe the entire trip was over 500 miles,
most of it through the Great Divide Basin, the rough steppe country of Wyoming. I people-watched as we
rode along the barren landscape where only a few lonely ranches were spread out along the way. I watched silent people with strong brown faces, lined from sun and wind, no one speaking to anyone else.
When we were kids, my brother and I used to play cowboys and Indians, not having the slightest idea what the real issues were, just firing off our cap pistols and chasing each other around. And now, here I was, in the company of these people that had been such a large part of my childhood imagination.
When we were kids, my brother and I used to play cowboys and Indians, not having the slightest idea what the real issues were, just firing off our cap pistols and chasing each other around. And now, here I was, in the company of these people that had been such a large part of my childhood imagination.
At one stop, an
elderly woman came on board and sat down close to me. She, it turned out, was
quite talkative. She told me she lived with her son and his wife on their ranch
and now she was on the way to the grocery store. "What, you take a
Greyhound bus to the grocery store?" "Yes," the woman said, "unless you drive, there’s no other way." "How far away is the store?" I asked, curious now. "About 100 miles down the road," she replied. I remember our conversation about her trip to the store so well, this was my first lesson in how little distances mean when you live in the Western
United States.
As the day drew
into evening, a young marine struck up a conversation with me and soon moved to
the empty seat beside me. He had served in Vietnam and was not happy about the
situation at home. While
I could understand opposition to the war directed at the government, I never
understood why veterans were treated so badly. Many of them were drafted, after all. So we hit it off and he took my mind off what lay both behind and ahead.
Finally, toward
midnight, we arrived in Salt Lake City, where we both were changing buses. We
had some time and decided to go for a short walk outside the terminal. And
there, in the dark, we were greeted by a magnificent sight.
The Mormon Temple was illuminated and the Angel Moroni shone brightly golden from atop his spire. I knew nothing about the religion of the Latter-Day Saints, but I would learn more after I arrived in Idaho Falls, where both my landlady and my attorney were of this faith. Since it was night, I didn't see anything of the beautiful state of Utah, but I will never forget the sight of the Temple.
The Mormon Temple was illuminated and the Angel Moroni shone brightly golden from atop his spire. I knew nothing about the religion of the Latter-Day Saints, but I would learn more after I arrived in Idaho Falls, where both my landlady and my attorney were of this faith. Since it was night, I didn't see anything of the beautiful state of Utah, but I will never forget the sight of the Temple.