[guitarman]

I was hitch-hiking home in 1962 from CA to GA on leave for Christmas and got stuck in Abilene. I stood on the edge of town for 10 hours with my thumb out, no one would make eye contact much less stop and give me a ride and it's was butt a$$ cold and misting rain and sleet. I was in uniform too. Had to call home to get bus fare wired from parents that didn't really have it to give at the time. I spent the night at the police station because I couldn't afford a room. Many thanks to the officer that offered a place to spend the night out of the cold.

What's up with Abilene? I thought like the song says "friendlliest people I've ever seen" Was there a serial murderer dressed in uniform running around at that time? I guess it was a freak thing but it wasn't much fun and definitely left a bad taste in my mouth for Abilene.