On the Road with Aretha Franklin

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I was a 16-year-old Canadian in the summer of 1970 when two friends and I decided we would hitch-hike to Florida.

It took us five days just to get to Georgia. No one wanted to pick us up. And then it got worse. We spent two days in the parking lot of a small gas station. At night all you could hear were cars buzzing by and the humming of the broken neon light.

 

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