It was breakfast after the first night. Dry bagels with
sour cream and corn flakes, complimentary in the lobby of the luxurious Day's
Inn. While Carl and I were packing up the Durango Ryan ventured down the
hall alone. While he was greasing up another bagel he met a man.
Neither Carl nor I have ever seen this man, but we believe the man was
real. He returned, and mentioned that he had spoken to someone in the
lobby, a man and his family, from New York. Pretty innocent. But,
We drove all the way to Salt Lake City that day, a long day on
the road. We had no idea where we were going to stay. We weren't
even completely sure we'd make it to Salt Lake. Ryan, in charge of the
GPS and Microsoft Streets and Trips, helped us pick an area close to the
freeway with a few hotels. We picked one, very much at random, grabbed
take out dinner across the street and ate it in the room.
The next morning as we were having breakfast in the hotel,
Ryan told us that he had just run into the New York man again. The man
recognized Ryan, and asked if he was the boy he had seen yesterday in
Lincoln. That's the story.