My First Summer With Fred
Learning from Fred: My First Gay Experiences
I was 18 years old. I didn’t have a car yet, so I used to hitchhike all the time. One day, late afternoon, I was hitching back from the beach. This car stopped, a Corvair. A man older than me was driving. When I opened the door, he asked where I was going. I told him the north area. His response was, “Me too. Get in.” His name was Fred. He lived about three miles from me. Anyway, he gave me a ride to the street I lived on...
