My daughter had a birthday party she needed to
attend. It began at 1600. (Who ever heard of a kid's
birthday party starting at 4:00 on a Sunday afternoon?) The
festivities finally ended around a 1800, and by 1830 I was on the
road to Prof's.
I'd spoken with Steve several times during the
past couple of days, and he assured me it would be OK for me to
crash at his place in San Antonio the night before we departed for
the border.
I left my garage in the pouring rain, and the
rain continued until I arrived at Steve's place at 2200. He
opened the garage door where he had already made space for me...
Inside the garage of #1 for the evening.
Steve
showed me my room, which I quickly figured out was actually his
room--he was going to sleep on the couch. Obviously I would
have none of that, but Steve insisted. Turns out two of his
three bedrooms are dedicated to the Chain
Gang. One room is
for inventory, one for the computer (the Chain Gang office), and
finally the master bedroom. That's the kind of guy Steve is...
would give you the shirt off his back.
We went to dinner at the
Alamo cafe, talked about the plan for the next day, and I turned in.
Mileage = 190.
