When I stretched out my hand to him, he took it and shook it. I embraced him tightly for a moment. I then let him go, said good-bye again and left him.

I was really emotional and was still crying. I walked back into the school where I saw some of my old classmates. I saw Dale (classmate from junior high school) and said hello to him. Most people had already left.

I went out in front of the school and saw Crabtree talking with George Musser (acquaintances from Portsmouth). Crabtree told Musser to get into his car, and mentioned some kind of Japanese name, perhaps "Kasukit." At first I thought he was talking about a motorcycle, but then realized he meant his car.

Although I lived only three blocks from the school, I went up to Crabtree and asked him if he could give me a ride home. He answered that he was only going for about a block in that direction to some kind of hardware store which he called "Pleiman's" (or something like that). I said, "Well, give me a ride as far as you're going."

I jumped into his car. I was upset because he didn't want to take me all the way home. I said, "I really feel bad that you don't want to take me all the way home. I don't feel bad for myself, but I feel bad for you, because I feel sorry for you that you wouldn't help someone like me out who needs a ride."

He answered, "Well, I'm sorry, but that's just the way it is. I'm just going to the hardware store."

We drove about a block down the street to the hardware store. I said, "Well, like I said, I really feel sorry for you."

I got out of the car and walked away.