Chapter 52 of my autobiographical novel of backpacking thru Western Europe in 1973 at age 18. I spend my final couple days in Europe amidst the warm hospitality of the Clay family in Oxford. Finally on the plane flight back to Detroit in the States, I have one last chance to overthink everything, and I ponder who I might be becoming. I have an epiphany on an old persona, “Clubius”, that I am now finally ready and able to give up. And like the committed actor, I consider a new one, “The Coopster”, identified by big Aussie Jen in Rome several weeks back, that I will now try to inhabit as best I can for myself, for my family, and for the rest of my community back home in the States. Contains adult language.
