Charles stepped away from the ticket window and walked toward the exit of the bus station. As he walked, he said "So Long Michigan!" in a loud voice to no one in particular. An elderly woman looked up from her Detroit Free Press for a moment but then went back to reading. As he neared the door, he said it again "So Long Michigan!" No one seemed to wonder what he was talking about. Then, he began his explanation. "I'm going down to work at my Uncle's tool and die shop in Atlanta". He looked around to see if anyone was paying attention. They were not. He went on. "I'm gonna get me a brand new gold wrist watch, and some Black Sabbath and Jimi Hendrix tapes. Then, I'll go back to the Pontiac rescue mission and tell them to look at me now!"
I imagined the faces of the people at mission once they saw his tapes. By this time, a tall thin southern guy was becoming interested in Charles' story. They began talking about how Detroit was the most horrible place. The southern guy took the lead. "You know, Detroit once had an excellent street car system and Henry Ford sent it off to Mexico". It was nice that these two people had found each other.
