May 17, 1968
by Janine Stephenson
Arizona was amazing! Craig was afraid that the car would overheat in the desert, but it kept going. At one point, we were surrounded by jagged red rock. Becca kept gasping and saying “Ohhh!” At a gas station, I stopped and picked up a postcard.
As you can see, we did get a little lost. But Craig was sure that we only lost an hour or two.
Somewhere near the California state line, a car drove passed us on the highway. A group of boys shouted out the window, “KENNEDY IS GOING TO WIN, ASSHOLES!”
I guess they saw our McCarthy for President bumper sticker. Craig slammed his hand on the steering wheel. “Sonuvabitch!” Instead of scolding him like Becca normally would’ve done, she told him to catch them. Craig floored the gas pedal.
I grabbed one of our Indiana signs that was buried in the back seat. As we passed them, I stood up in the open-top convertible and held the sign for them to read:
BOBBY LOVES MCCARTHY.
Then I flipped the sign over.
JOE MCCARTHY!!!!
Then Becca held up another sign:
GUYS LOVE GIRLS WHO LOVE MCCARTHY
We both blew them a kiss and sped off. What fun! Bobby’s supporters are so full of themselves.
Boy, California is beautiful. All of the hills look carpeted. It made me want to run out of the car and roll on the grass. Becca said that she wanted to roll on the grass naked. Normally that kind of thing would make me blush, but I have a feeling that in California, anything goes.
