Really, what the h*ll happened? When did I become a name writer, one whom fans travel hundreds of miles to attend?
I’m still spinning and peopled-out from that con, and need some time to process.
It started badly. We hit Atlanta, and the restaurant at which we normally have lunch which is 17 minutes away from the airport took us two hours to reach.
The con, which normally takes three hours driving, took seven.
The highway was down to six miles per hour at times. Now visualize that moving s...
Published on July 05, 2017 08:59