chapter 7/ 40 years on a hook and living in Waterworld on San Francisco Bay and the last free ride

Chapter  7 years living on a hook in Waterworld on San Francisco Bay the last free ride. Here I was stuck in El Paso Texas far from my boats one on San Francisco Bay and one in Monterey Bay anchored out or more and I'm out of gas and I'm giving my Nomad trailer to a missionary whose wife had left him long before me on the mission field and gave him the keys to my car too nice used car went all the way to El Paso from Marin County and stopped only at the Grand Canyon and stuff like that. So how was I to get back to to take care of my boots? The missionary told me to cross the border and catch the Mexican bus to Tijuana and so my friend and I got on a Mexican bus that skirted the Border and the missionary said nobody will bother us for not having a Visa cuz we're inside of a borderline area. Of course they police officer Mexican check this out of what you never happens on buses in America for illegals and that's another subject. He let us go and we made a brief stop with the Mexicans and some dirt floor far away incredibly poor rest stop of just dirt and food and a woman was sitting next to me on the bus really cute young Mexican women and she was rubbing my ankle and being so naive and being a minister since I was a teen I didn't know what that meant and so I rub it started rubbing her ankle back with my shoe and that was the end of that and I'm sure she was attracted to me a gringo obviously from America and my traveling companion with the remains of a bullet still in his head from a shooting long ago and I came to the border of Tijuana looking like a Humphrey Bogart in a raincoat and crumpled hat I had and my traveling companion was Native American and looked just like a Mexican and had no idea on him and so of course I had ID on me and they were asking for my friends ID and I just told her look man this guy is an American citizen and he heard my voice and the sound of it and we both passed through the border to San Diego and then had no money had no food and so we sat on a bench in San Diego just waiting and figuring we're going to have to be here all night before I could call my mother in in the desert in Southern California to send me some bus money so we could get there and recuperate and but we had to spend the night homeless in San Diego and this is 1984 and eventually sat on was well at and we begin to notice homeless people everywhere and all night and one of them came to me and said are you hungry would you like a hamburger and I said sure and he opened a bag and gave me some burgers and said that he got him out of the McDonald's dumpster and I didn't care where he got him I was hungry and it was the first time in my life that I ever ate out of a dumpster and by now I'm some 36 years old. My friend wandered off and found some bushes to fall asleep in for he's used to sleeping on the ground but I've never slept on the ground from the day I ran away from home in 1967 to come back to Marin County my first love and only one night that I ever slept on the ground homeless unless I was camping. The most heart-wrenching time and period was when I tried to call my mother-in-law for some sympathy support and comfort in this sudden divorce that came upon me just a few days earlier and instead of her picking up the phone some young sounding man picked up the phone with a slightly gay accent and said that she was not available or that she was not at home and that he was her companion roommate or a masseuse or something like that I can't quite remember and said so coldly that he was where he was at in my late mother-in-law's mansion and I was where I basically belong homeless on a bench or wherever I was and so embellishing and so all alone hard to describe the devastating effects of a divorce with children in the middle of your life of which is supposed to be your Prime and to have to start all over again from the very bottom when you're 36 years old and not a teenager at 18 anymore. To be continued next chapter tending my boats and if you would like to support this Book Project then please do and I could use at least a tip still living on my boat on San Francisco Bay and on fixed income and feeding the anchor out Mariners and Waterfront people of Sausalito out of pocket for the main course and without boasting and I'm just saying that Anchorage do not live by bread alone donated by soup kitchens and but by meat and chicken and steak when available and pork steaks and Coca-Cola for everyone and with a shot of vodka if they got the shakes or just needed one and every penny we'll go to buying food every Sunday afternoon in Dunphy Park Sausalito California and can donate or send a tip to cash app and the code is c a j i d o g$ or PayPal peteromanowsky@gmail.com or the new Covenant Evangelistic Association p.o.box1591 Sausalito CA 94966 and God bless for I have made of nothing except love and have all that I need except a companion.