This one Saturday or Sunday,
he asked me to go to Salt Lake to watch him play soccer. He said,
“My friend’s girlfriend is going down there.”
So we got together, packed a lunch and went down. We took the Greyhound
bus to Salt Lake, then took a taxi out to Freemont Park where they
were playing soccer. We were still in the taxi and getting ready
to pay, when this two truckloads of Italian prisoners drive up.
That taxi driver wasn’t going to let us out of the cab. He
was going to take us back into town. Finally we convinced him we
knew what we were doing and he let us go.
- Cleone Battisti