An American Journey -- Peter Leyland
An American Journey One August during the 80s my friend David travelled to America. He had been invited over by Arthur, who he had met in his student days when he was in New York and who was then driving yellow cabs. Arthur had contacted him by ringing his mother to find out where he was and what he was doing. She had told him about David’s divorce two years ago and his need for friends at that time. Arthur was by now a steward with Pan-Am and made routine flights to Heathrow, staying at The Sheraton Hotel in Knightsbridge. The upshot was that they met up in London a few times. They even went to see Bob Dylan together. Anyway, I digress. The result of the Sheraton visits was that Arthur invited David to his apartment in New York, where he lived with Sandra and their son, Jesse, and he suggested that David launch out on an American journey. They went together to Jansport to buy a rucksack for the trip, which believe it or not he still has, and a 15-day Greyhound Ameripass . Arthur ...