Everybody has a story about the work they do, where they are from, what kind of life they have. People are interesting. But traveling a lot to teach isn't always fun. One of my first trips out was to Spring Quilt Market in Boston, to help publicize my first book. The first night we were in Boston, I ordered the fisherman's platter in the hotel restaurant.
Every hotel has restrooms in the lobby.
About four in the morning I asked the bell cap if they had a doctor for the hotel. Over the phone the doctor diagnosed food poisoning and that enough time had passed so that it was probably almost over - I would be able to go back to sleep. I went back to the room and my roommate Marsha McCloskey fussed over me and got me a can of coke to settle my stomach. Then it was time for my demo. I was an accomplished rotary cutter by then, hadn't cut myself in years.