I had hitchhiked there in '68...maybe it was '69, don't recall exactly. A long-haired, seudo-hippy, teenager. It was getting dark, and cold, and I didn't have anyplace I could go. I was sitting on a low cement or stone wall along a sidewalk wondering what I should do when a Santa Fe police car cruised by, and I shouted at him, he stopped. I told him my situation and asked if I could stay in the jail for one night just for some shelter. He said that I couldn't do that unless he charged me with something, and if he did that, I would have to go before a judge in the morning, and that there's a good chance he might just keep me in there for longer than I wanted to stay. We decided on 'Vagrancy', and off to the crowbar hotel I went, had a good night's rest and some jailhouse breakfast, then off to court. The judge didn't want me in the pokey if I wanted to be there so he tossed me back into the street by noon. I don't remember where I went after that, but I eventually wound back up in my little hometown in Southwestern Minnesota. That's my story, and I'm sticking with it.