The Spirit of Hitchhiking
Perhaps I should tell this story the way Mel tells stories: sparing not one enjoyable detail, and leaving out none of the crucial context for everything. Then the story starts thirty-something years ago, back in Nova Scotia, when Mel was only a funny little kid playing with bugs and frogs in the mud; Or maybe the story starts after they received thier Bachelor of Science at the University of Toronto, knowing full well that they had no intention of using it; Maybe the story starts when they met those people under thier porch who told them...
What an important guy, I’m glad to have him in the community. People are afraid to have an open mind…