Ron Canfield

Ron Canfield was my best buddy in college. He was living in the dorm and we did lots of things together. We sat in the dorm and played guitars and sang together. Sometimes we called Kaye and sang to her over the phone. That's where I had my Martin guitar. Ron liked Indians and joined the Tribe of Many Feathers. Ron had dark hair and dark blue stubble on his face. He made Indian costumes and danced with the club. He and his Indian friends would pose for tourist pictures. They would talk Pigeon English to him and he would hold his hand out and they would give him money. The head of the club was Tony Pearly and they danced for the US President. Tony and Ron got a kick out of the tourists who treated them like they were dumb. Ron almost had his masters degree at this time.

The Car Trip to Arizona

My dad bought me a 1952 Chevrolet Capri. Between winter and spring quarters, I talked Ron into hitchhiking from Provo to Duncan to pick up my car. We got 16 rides before we got to the Utah border. It was cold and there was snow on the ground. About 11:00 pm we found ourselves standing under a street light in Maryville, Utah. A couple with young children picked us up and took us to their house. All they had to eat was carrots. They shared their cooked, shredded carrots with butter on them. Nothing had ever tasted better. What kind people. After we ate they took us to where the greyhound bus would stop. When it finally got there, we got on and rode to Flagstaff, Arizona. Then we caught a ride to Prescott. Then we got another ride to Mesa. We were tired of hitch hiking so we bought a bus ticket from Mesa to Duncan. Ron commented that were crazy to be talked into doing that. When he saw my cute little car that was bittersweet pale orange and white he said, "You and a thousand Mexicans can't be wrong!" He was talking about the color.