I’m attempting to rewrite this essay from an 18 year old memory. I already wrote an essay about this trip once. I placed 10th in the Writer’s Digest yearly competition for that essay in 1998. That essay is long gone. So far, my attempts to find a copy have failed. I know for sure what two lines were. Or at least very close. The rest? No idea. I think I will make it a project this Winter to see if I can find the original version of 8 To 9 In 66 Hours. I really want to compare the two.
Zach and I got on the bus at 4:30 A.M. It was late July and we were riding a Greyhound bus from Wichita, Kansas to Tucson, Arizona. We had just moved to Wichita for my husband’s new job. Zach hadn’t started school yet and I hadn’t found a job, so we decided to join my husband, Randy, in Tucson.