Mother and Daddy and my sister Nancy and my wife Bonita and I were riding on a bus.  Daddy called my attention to the fact that we were passing Carl Hermer.  He was an enormous guy, especially in width, from behind, and he was leaning on a white-haired man for support, one arm over his shoulders.  Apparently they were talking a long walk that was well publicized, like a cross-country hiker.  When we passed them, I yelled to him out of the back of the bus, which was open, and wished him luck.  He turned around and was very pleased and surprised that I knew who he was.  He thanked me profusely.  It made me feel good.  All this time he was fading into the distance at a very slow rate considering the bus was moving.    Daddy got off the bus at a barber shop-one which he always went to, Mother said.  The rest of us got off at the next stop and walked back to the barber shop.  There was a little diner adjoining it, and we went in and sat down at a booth.  There were windows between the diner and the barber shop, and I could see a sign which, though partially obscured, apparently advertised "the university haircuts."  I mentioned it to Mother, and she said she had seen another sign from the bus window which she thought had said that, but she hadn't been sure.  Now that she mentioned it, I remembered seeing it too.  I also noticed that haircuts were 50 cents or 55 cents.  I thought I would go get one too, mainly to be with Daddy, so I went around to the barber shop, but when I went in, I saw that Daddy too was at a booth with some man, and I was a little hurt that he didn't come inside with us.  I decided that I didn't really want to get my hair cut anyway, so I went back into the diner.