We had breakfast at Waffle House, where we were served by a big ol’ sissy who tried to clock these two guys traveling together from California. We offered neither confirmations nor denials, which probably frustrated him no end…
We looked around downtown briefly and saw the state capitol and an old Kress store which probably had at least some civil rights significance. And then we left for Atlanta, where we had to make an emergency stop so I could do some short-notice work for a client in Charlotte. We decided this would be a good excuse for another dinner at another Piccadilly…
And then, we started the last leg, to my parents’ house in Greensboro. We rolled in after midnight, and the trip was pretty much done. It had been rather a long and exhausting one…
