In August of 1969 I was hitchhiking in the rain by Paxson. A Land Rover appeared and picked me up. The driver was a girl named Pixie Loomis who was a student at Wellesley college. She had driven to Alaska with two college friends plus a young man named Mike from Boston College. Pixie said that her two friends were working at a cannery in Valdex while she was heading to a job in Fairbanks. She mentioned that one of her friends had just given the commencement address at Wellesley I rode with Pixie all the way to Fairbanks where I found also found work. I visited Pixie before she left and very briefly met her friends. One was Hillary Rodham, headed for Yale and beyond. I stayed in Alaska, live now on the banks of the Chilkoot River and would not trade places with Hillary for all of Donald Trump's money. I will be voting for her next month and not because I briefly met her.