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I was finally on my way. After a difficult couple of years, I’d decided to leave Todd and my beloved Tucson and head for the City of Angels. I was born in Arizona and Tucson had been our home for the last 5 years, but the marriage had died and become bitter. I was also restless and needed to see more of life.
Having packed up my worldly belongings I stuffed them in the luggage compartment of the luxury Greyhound and boarded for my long ride. I was meeting Julia, my best friend from college at the Terminal on East 7th Street. In the meantime, I had 8 hours to reflect on what was next for my little life.
The first couple of hours were pretty uneventful and I just read my latest trashy novel watching the desert go by. The Greyhound was one of those luxury models with 3 large seats in each row. 2 plus 1 was the layout. I reserved a seat close to the back as I like to people watch. The problem was there were only half a dozen of us on this coach. Maybe it would fill up the close we got to LA?