Playing his ID cards

(1966 April 24)

[En route to Lexington KY by train] finally got into Chicago, and here we ran into some unpleasantness. As it took 1/2 hour to get our baggage, and I was so tired, Daddy thot there was no reason for me to stand around when I could be at the hotel. So we went, and he checked in. But a young clerk wouldn't let us go up because we had no baggage. L explained about the baggage, and he said we better sit in the lobby until it came. L explained I wasn't well, and the clerk said if you have baggage, let me see the checks and your identification. Poor L had had a day, and something broke loose, and he ripped out aout 50 cards of identification including FBI, Milwaukee Road, etc. etc. - and slapped them down one by one as if playing solitaire. That ended it and we got our room. A miserable room, paint peeling off - close, but the beds were clean. And the most we ever paid - $16.50.