When I got to Seattle and started working at a Jesuit school, I immediately set about finding a group I could travel to Georgia with to ease logistics. I got that, and a lot more. We headed out Friday morning at 11 a.m. I also wisely brought no reading material to distract me from the white noise of airline travel I would be blessed with for the rest of the day. We hit Detroit, the city which will always, always, until the day I die remind me of Kentucky Fried Movie several hours later, then transferred and rolled into Atlanta at about midnight.
Sleep is for the weak.
We got up early. I don't know when it was, I just know it was early. And it was cold. Dude, I've seen the Dukes of Hazaard , but this felt more like Northern Exposure . The SOA protest was supposed to be my vacation.