Pizza

  My friend Jimmy and I were in Atlanta on a Saturday night in 1973.  We decided to go to a Pizza Hut for supper.  It was near the hippie community in Atlanta downtown.  As we were getting out of his car, we saw a girl approaching us.  She was probably no more than 20 years old.  She had long hair that probably hadn't been washed in a while.  She was also wearing a long, white cotton dress that went down to her feet.  She was barefoot.

 Just by looking at her, you could tell she was stoned out of her mind.  She was also very pregnant.  She walked up to my friend and said, "What about the baby?"  My friend told her that he didn't know.  Then, she walked up to me.  She had tears in her eyes and said to me, "What about the baby?"  I told her that I didn't know, either.  I was afraid that she was looking for the father, and I didn't want it.  I saw a man across the parking lot getting out of his car.  I told her to go ask him.  We hurried inside.  

 I saw her go over to him to ask about the baby.  I felt sorry for her, but there was nothing I could do.  This was before you could call 911 to get help for her.  I also hope she got the answer she was looking for.  Oddly, a little over a year later, I was in that same hippie community getting stoned out of my mind.  I didn't see any babies, but I did float along the sidewalk one night.