My wife Bonita and I were in bed in a room in a dorm at my alma mater.  John and Lois were in town for the weekend, and I wanted us to go visit them.  Bonita didn't think she could spare the time, and wasn't particularly interested in going anyway, so I decided to go by myself.  I felt a bit guilty about going without her, because I knew how possessive she is about weekends, and I tried to figure out how I could spend only part of the time with them and still enjoy it, and be able to spend the rest of it with her.  There was a telephone in our room, but I didn't know the number; so when I had left the building, I thought I should have it, and I threw a little rock up at her window.  When I got her attention and asked her for the number, someone near me replied with the number which must have been the main number for the dorm, but I told him we had a phone in our room.  I vaguely remember several experiences in connection with going to see John and Lois.  In one, Terrence Bailey was going with me.  Still at my alma mater, we went to the dorm for something (in the direction of Clark Hall, actually), and found the whole dorm was gone.  While we were sitting or squatting in front of where the dorm should have been, a whole bunch of soldiers popped up from a line of concealed foxholes, and we were caught in the middle of some kind of battle; I was embarrassed at having been taken by surprise.  We were taken to a temporary building then, where I was supposed to see a major.  While waiting outside his office with others, some of them were looking at my field jacket and trying to figure out my rank.  In one place I still had a single bar, in another the double bar.  I began to worry that I would get in trouble for being out of uniform, even though I was off active duty -- and also self-conscious about having a beard while in uniform.  So I told Doug Sterme (who now takes the place of Terrence Bailey) that we could just sneak away, since they didn't know our names.    At some other time, I was also in a waiting room with some other men, none of them in uniform, when someone asked me who was the highest ranking man there.  We all kind of looked at each other, then one man raised his hand and said, "I'm a captain."  Whereupon I replied, "I'm a major."  When we got out of one or the other of these places, I was with Terrence again, and we were looking for my car.  It was a small foreign car, apparently fairly new, and I couldn't remember where I had parked it.  We walked up and down the nearby streets.  I think Tarver finally gave up and went some other way, and I went to my house and asked Daddy where it was.  He told me, but I don't remember what came of it, because I became somehow faced with the prospect of walking to my destination.  It would be via hilly, dusty country roads, and about the distance from Mother's house in my hometown to where Uncle Jack used to live in my hometown-about 12 miles.  Apparently I had walked it before, but this time my legs started collapsing.  And I had to climb a cyclone fence with barbed wire on top, on the edge of a short but steep embankment near something like a gas station.  I didn't know if I could make it, and was afraid besides that I might get in trouble for climbing the fence.  So all these things conspired to force me to retrace my steps to a sort of tourist information office.  Connie Hutchinson was inside.  I had to go to the bathroom the same time she did, and she said we could go at the same time.  She led me there, locked the door, and showed me how she could urinate standing up.    I don't remember how I finally made it to where John and Lois were staying, but I did, and it was an old house on a highway resembling the main drag in Ocean City.