The Last Elder

I got to Los Angeles about two o'clock the next morning. The bus docked in the back of the station. I got off the bus walked into the station and got my little bag of what I thought was efficient clothing for the trip. I walked out the front door of t he bus station, and I looked to my right and then to my left. It was the ugliest site I had ever seen. Keep in mind that prior to eight hours ago my whole .life was spent in the green landscape of Northern California. Los Angeles was an asphalt jungle. It was dirty, crowded and loud. It was like the sidewalks were alive, and moving on_ their own. Out of the $20 dollars t hat I started out with. I only had about 75 cents left. I went back into the bus station and put my bag into a locker that at time It cost a dime. I laded down on a bench and fell-a-sleep. A Security Guard woke me up and I could see that the sun was up. The Security Guard said there was no sleeping In the bus station and I had to leave. I walked outside again. There were more people than there was the night before. I said to myself, now is a good time to call my big brother. His number was in my little bag that was in the locker in the bus station. I went back into the station to get my little bag. The Security Guard that told me to leave ask me what I was doing. I told him that I wanted to get my bag out of the locker and I showed him the key to t he locker. He allowed me to retrieve my bag. I got my bag out of the locker and went back outside. I looked in the bag, but to my surprise Junior's number wasn't in there. I thought to myself that I was going to have to call back to what I use to call my home and ask for his phone number. The problem was the call would have to be a collect call and there was no way that I was going to call what use to be my home back in Berkeley, California, collect and ask for my big brother's number. I picked up my little bag and started Walking west. West was the direction that I had always felt comfortable and safe In t raveling. Maybe it was because of my desk by the window at Longfellow Elementary School. And also maybe that Is why It was meant for me to become a Four Letter Mason. So mod it be!