Steve Nadis writes about a recent sighting of a guy hitching a ride in Cambridge and reminisces about the old days when hitchhiking was pretty common, although no less dangerous. (via UH)

I used to hitchhike regularly in the sixties, as did most of the people I knew. It was an easy way to get to the Cape in those days. Never a problem, although you never knew who was going to pick you up. I even got a short ride once on Nantucket by, I think, Walter Cronkite and his wife. Then again, all memories from the sixties are suspect.