The houpdy was originally from James Spitzley
Mayela and I were finally through. It had been a hell of a summer let me tell you! I sold everything I own for about $1400 and the three microscopes I got out of the garbage at Leica for about $3500. Left Eugene with my most prized posessions in the van and the houpdy on a tow-bar behind it. The van made it about 80 miles and died on the road going into the mountains outside medford, Oregon. I was able to nurse the van to a junk yard, loaded everything that would fit in the houpdy and left the rest. With the car I continued on to my Dad's house in California. Got a flat tire in the mountains. Nearly died because the car was so overloaded. Fixed the car at my dads and threw more stuff away. Then I headed East. In Utah (extreme desert) The car blew the engine. Pushed it to a rest area (this is how white people die in the desert) and waited for my brother to rescue me and bring me to Colorado. You get to do a lot of thinking waiting for two days at a rest area and sleeping on a concrete bench. Then waited two weeks and made the rest of the trip with my brother to New York. He was going there to help my mom with a roof. After 5 days of working with and being assaulted by my drunk of a mother and drunker brother, got thrown out of the house because of a comment that they didn't like. At 1AM in the morning. Just a skateboard and a bag of clothes were all that was left. I walked 18 miles in the pouring rain --- all night till the sun came up Fortunately my portacabin was still safe and sound. Got into school a week later and rented an apartment in Rochester.