Scope

The road travelled along, a winding line of white dots and yellow dashes stretching away into the distant countryside. Scope McGlocklin stood beneath the blowing leaves of a large oak tree, his right thumb extended out perpendicular to the road. The mid-morning sun beamed strong in the clear blue sky. It was middle-June and summer was a reality.
Scope wore his hair long, was most comfortable in blue jeans and believed in marijuana. They were off-tangent beliefs in the light of computers, going to the moon and the urban overflow of the mid-1970 American technological society.
Born and raised in the sub-culture youth movement of hippies, drugs and rock n' roll, Scope was 21 years old and hitchhiking to California. Despite a firm belief in responsibility, morality and personal achievement, he'd voluntarily transformed himself into a bum. From his point of view, it was the best thing to do.