As I grew older and my eyesight grew dimmer, I began to worry that my great adventure with the Overland Westerners would be forgotten. George was gone. Nip was gone. I hadn’t seen Slim, Jay or Fat for many summers.
So, I leave it to you to remember us. And when you think of us, remember that we had a dream, though at times I will admit it was more like a nightmare. But with all we went through, we reached our goal. We made it to every state capital and ended our journey at the San Francisco World’s Fair, just as George had planned. And that was quite a feat.
Perhaps no one else cared, but we did. We lived it; we suffered through it; and we got to the end. We didn’t become rich and famous as George expected, but we knew in our hearts that we had done what we set out to do, and there is a treasure to be had in knowing that.
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