After a few weeks I rented a "house" on Tripoli. It had a stove but no other furnishings. It had three floors (two rooms per floor) and a "basement". There was a bathroom on the second floor landing.
It was the middle slice of a building w/three identical "units". The other three slices had been subdivided into one room "apartments", all sharing a single bathroom.
In the basement was my gas furnace To save energy, I shut off heat to two upper stories, including the bathroom. It was not until I left that I learned that a single vent from my furnace heated both my bathroom and three of my neighbors.
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My new employer was wonderful, one of the two best jobs I ever had. The only one on which I ever got a real promotion. My contract gave me some living money for the first few months living expenses, moving expenses, and three weeks vacation.
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Four weeks after I arrived I drove on a Friday night before Thanksgiving to Cincinnati. (I-279 > I-79 > I-70 > I-75) I stayed overnight w/mother. I then drove straight through to Houston. (I-71 > road around Louisville > I-65 > I-40 > I-30 > US59 > I-10) I was desperately lonely. As bad as my marriage was, I loved my wife and missed her. I missed my children
From Cincinnati to Houston is about 19 hours of driving. I got gas in Pgh and then in a station in NKy. On later trips, gas on I-70 in OH just west of Wheeling. I got gas at a station on I-65 north of Nashville, a station in WMemphis AR, a station around the AR/TX border, and then HOU. Back then TX gas was cheap.
I did not usually eat at restaurants because I was trying to save money.
We had Thanksgiving. I remember nothing except I was home and had chores to do. The following Saturday I packed up and reversed direction. At some point I either bought or brought from home a small toaster oven. So maybe there was no stove.
I did this same process at Christmas.
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to be continued
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