A rough night in the City

Here I am thinking about the fourth of July and remembering where I was in 1987. When the 4th of July came around I was in the VA hospital in Palo Alto. Is there or could there be a better place I could be at? When considering my circumstances, I started thinking about this. I thought what better situation I could be in, then being in the a place where many American veterans of conflicts the United States had been involved in came to for recovery from whatever happened to them. What could be a better place for this survivor to be? I am a patriot and proud of my military service in the Navy during the Vietnam conflict.
Getting back to the story at hand, I ended up in jail for a short period, because of a warrant I had forgotten about, but I was allowed to go to a shelter for the rest of the night. The next morning I made a desperate call to my parents asking for help. My father was not happy with me, but my mother said she would come and get me. I ended up spending the night in a sleazy motel in Oakland; this was because my father would not have anything to do with me. My mom picked me up in the morning, then she drove me to the Palo Alto VA, and I went into another VA recovery program. This one was for four weeks.