The hotel that the venue arranged for us was one fancy joint. We have a huge suite. What a grand finale way to end the tour - in total luxury. I liked the view out of our window.
The small but good-humored audience was having a fun time watching the film, it sounded like from the green room. I busied myself with playing catch-up in my journal.
As we were pulling out of Birmingham, on our way back to New York by plane, two guys on the back of a pick-up truck sat staring at us, smoking cigarettes. They didn't take their eyes off of us for a second. My dad and I looked at each other and knew it was time to go home.
Back to New York City without mishap, it was good to be home. But this trip will be one that we'll never forget.