At the time, I was living in Northern Virginia, looking forward to shedding my old life. Especially since I had a new life waiting for me in California.
Here's where I stayed that last night, nine years ago tonight.
It was nice, but it didn't really matter. I had a deal and they had a vacancy. It was very pretty, and at this time of year there were beautiful autumn colors and falling leaves. I had a nice dinner in the bar, and the room was great.
I was too excited to sleep much, though. And I had to get up at night to go into work. My job was from 2:00am to 10:00am. I was training someone new, though my mind was on the road, very far away.
I was exhausted but also really exhilarated, constantly thinking about my stuffed Saturn in the parking garage, and my AAA triptych on the passenger seat.
For some reason, as I think back on this, the J. Geils Band song "Musta Got Lost" is stuck in my head. While I didn't get lost, at any point on this journey, I did feel like I had been lost before this, and had been for a very long time.
I had a ten-disc CD changer in my car at the time, but didn't take any J. Geils Band with me. But I did have that player filled, and a box of CDs in the trunk, to keep me entertained.
Leg 1 of the trip starts tomorrow!
Ken Kessler has always been interested in psychic phenomena, and like Mulder on the X-Files, wants to believe. But like most, he tends to look for, and accept, rational explanations. (More)