[ IP ] Call it in .

October 7th, 1957 
 I'm going to write in this journal while I travel from New York to visit my father in Greenwood. I do n't know, I might not even write anything in it, Elenore gave it to me before I left, told me she wanted me to write down all of what happens. I do n't know what she expects, Indiana is pretty boring, why I left in the first place. I really do n't know why I'm writing. Anyway, just pulling out of Frank's old filling station, kind of excited to use the new highway system. 
 
 Oct. 8th 
 Left pretty late yesterday, so I only got it Harrisburg. Found a pretty nice motel. Here's something for you, dear, just as I was leaving, two men approached me. Fine looking gentlemen, one is his fifties, and one in his, oh, I'd say late thirties. Regardless, they made the strangest request, they asked to hitch a ride with me, on my way to Greenwood! I almost declined, Richard ( that's the younger man ) has a crazy look in his eye, but they seem nice enough. 
 Oh, and the other man is named Jack. 
 
 Oct. 9th 
 We passed through Pittsburgh at around six this evening, currently stopped in Washington, getting gas. Jack was kind enough to pay. 
 I may have to ask him his occupation, for when he payed the pump-boy, he pulled a *very* sizable wad of money out of his pocket, all twenties, too! 
 
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 We decided to push through to Wheeling, found a nice motel again. Jack and Dick have their own room. They do n't travel with much, either... I wonder what the purpose of the trip is? 
 Yes, oh, and I asked Jack what he does, said he manages a `` disposal company''. I never knew trash-men made so much money! 
 
 Oct. 10th 
 Made it to Cambridge, refueling again. Dick payed this time. Really glad they came along, I'd hate to blow five dollars on a tank of gas. The economy! 
 
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 Decided to get lunch before leaving Cambridge. 
 You'll find this amusing, dear, I think Jack's wife's name is Elenore, too! He and Dick were whispering about how well she pays. Guess she a good housewife, eh? 
 
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 As we got into Zaneville, Dick offered to drive. I was very very skeptical at first, but I *had* been driving a lot. Jack is actually driving right now, saw that I was uncomfortable with Dick driving. Anyway, he said he knew a short-cut, so instead of going through Columbus, Instead we go south, out of Zaneville. I'll really enjoying having these two, I would have had such a boring trip. 
 
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 I got back to driving, told them I should do it if they're going to pay for gas. Least I can do. Still sticking to that short cut, however, it is taking us through the middle of nowhere. 
 Almost ran out of gas looking for this gas-station were at, only one - only THING - in at least fifty miles. 
 
 Anyway, Dick started to get nervous, god knows why, so he's out smoking right now behind the car. Thankful he's not in it. Jack back there too, till I overheard him said he had to `` call something in'', luckily there's a pay pretty new looking telephone here. Weird, because this gas-station is pretty run-down. 
 
 I think I'm going to go give him a dime. You know, if he pays for EVERYTHING, that's not too fair. 
 Okay, hold on, I need to catch him before he pays, then I'll tell you more about Jack's Elenore. Not as good a wife as I though, she wants her husband dead!
