THE HITCHER, Part II — by Steve Nadis
Today, as was the case last month, he was hitching on a dubious street, one that ran no more than a mile in its entirety, and I couldn’t imagine he’d have any luck. Who would pick up a guy like that on a street like that that essentially went nowhere? (Sorry to the people who live or work there; it does go somewhere. But, I think you’ll agree, it does not exactly offer the most expeditious ticket to the open road.) After watching him for a minute, I ducked into the bank and then the Star Market. Fifteen minutes later, when I came back to the corner to retrieve my bike, there was no sign of him. I wonder where we’ll see the next appearance of our favorite new character, The Hitcher, who is perhaps coming soon to your very own street.
Snark: If you are anything, you are precise.
I must say, and this is the honest truth, I do believe I have sighted the same gentleman. I live in the Central Square area and I was walking down Harvard Street when I saw a man in a sports coat and faily decent pants sticking his thumb out into the road. It may be another “hitcher” but I smell similarity.
-Digs
Thanks TB, I’ll take precise over other adjectives I’ve heard. Digs sounds like a possible sighting.
The man you call “The Hitcher” is almost certainly Don Saklad. I’ve given him rides on several occasions over the last 25 years.
Thanks Robert. I can’t believe he’s been hitching for the past 25 years and I’ve only noticed him for less than a year.