The year was 1959, it was in down town Denver....I was 28 years old. I was driving down Wazee and I saw the exit to Broadway. There he was, standing there..hitchhiking and holding a polka dotted umbrella. It wasn't even raining, that's what caught my attention!
I thought, how bizarre and interesting so I pulled over and asked if he needed a ride. Of course he does..duh! He's hitchhiking! He climbed in and said his name was Tam, I told him my name was Sheila, Sheila Carter.
Tam was hurting, I could tell, hurting real bad! I asked what was wrong and he said he had to fix his toe..seemed he had hurt it in a jet skiing accident up in Aspen. What? You snow ski there, not jet ski I thought but I didn't say anything.I did however tell him he needed to buckle up, I could tell this was going to be a wild ride!