I heard that there was a shelter in Owensboro. So I hitchhiked into that city and met a met an unusual group of people in a building that used to be a convent for Catholic nuns.
I never met any nuns but I did get ushered into a room where a middle-aged woman smiled at me. She was sitting behind a messy desk and waived me into a chair on the other side of the desk.
Then the door opened, and a very tall, odd-looking young man walked in. He positioned himself in front of the door, planted his feet in a wide stance and crossed his arms.
"Young man" I said, in a serious voice, "You either sit down and introduce yourself respectfully or I'm leaving."
"I'm staff" he growled and glared at me.
"Well, I'm Ruth Rader, at least twice your age and I don't give a damn who or what you are. You either plant it or I'm gonna jet." I declared and glared right back at him.
"Oh dear" the caseworker said and explained, "He's supposed to be here."
"What for" I asked the now flustered lady, "to harvest spare body parts?"
"Well, he's security...since we don't know you" the woman added, giving both Lurch Junior and I a worried look.
I stood up and faced the mutant head-on.
"When people don't trust me then I don't generally trust them, either" I said, into his chest.
"You're really leaving?" asked the woman, with a tinge of surprise in her voice.
"Yes." I answered and waited for the human wall to move out of my way.
"Would you like me to escort you out?" barked the over-sized zombie.
"No thanks, Lurch, I'll just follow Cousin It." I replied and finally squeezed past him and into the hallway.
An hour later, two women bought me lunch and then drove me from Ownesboro, Kentucky to the northern end of Evansville, Indiana. They belong to the same Catholic church that sponsors that shelter. I met them at the church building, which is located six blocks away.
They dropped me off on the shoulder of the highway, by a guard rail, where I asked them to.
They drove away and an Indiana County cop pulled in.
"You can't hitchhike here" he said, after climbing out of his funny car.