I don't know how many trains we met - we'd sort of given up hope. Sure enough, later that night, a train came in, sort of a milk train, from New York via Atlanta or someplace like that. And right at the very end where people are getting off, these two conductors are carrying a sack, and they put it down by one of the benches. And it's Rod, sort of wrapped up like a mummy. He had scratches and wounds all over.
Time waits for no one.
Treasure every moment you have. You will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special. At that time the word meek meant well disciplined. Shit, and here I've been trying to be meek all my life waiting for the big payoff. Here's an odd bit of trivia for your amusement.