Last Updated on March 4, 2014 by Roff Graves

One more story and I will shut down for the day—-Again this happened in on the freeway near Castro valley, Ca. I picked up a young African American teenage boy hitchhiking on the freeway. At that time racial tensions were running high, particularly between the young African American youth and the police. The boy looked at me–he was in his late teens–expecting me to lock him up. I asked him if he knew where he was going. He told me that he did. I pulled off the freeway and… into Castro Valley. I pulled into a restaurant parking lot and took him inside. I gave the waitress $5.00 and asked her to feed him ($5.00 would buy a good meal at that time). I will never forget the look on his face as I left him there.—And as a side note, that restaurant would never again allow me to pay for a meal and I was always welcome!–truememories of olRoff

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