HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS! The green flyer on the campus bulletin board promises the greatest little cross-country bus "ride ever. There's no bus terminal, though. To get a reservation you have to shove $10 and a return address under the front door of an anonymous San Francisco connection. Even then, just where or when to find the bus remains a mystery. A note in the mail a few days later tells you to turn up, with a sleeping bag, at an intersection in the Haight-Ashbury district by sundown Wednesday. Says a friend: "You might...
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