The Death Of Walter Miller
“I could hear the alarm blaring behind me, but I didn’t look back,” Walter recalled. Once he felt the coast was clear, he started calmly asking people he encountered for the way to the Greyhound station and they would tell him, “Keep going.” Finally, he got to the station and was able to board a bus to New York City, having borrowed enough money from a stranger.
The Birth Of Bobby Love
He remembers being slumped in his seat when a woman turned to him and struck up a conversation, and he said this about it: “She asked me my name. I thought for a moment, and said: ‘Bobby Love.’ And that was the death of Walter Miller.” He was about to begin a completely new life.