DK and I were leaving our motel in Las Vegas, in fact we just crossed the bridge at Hoover Dam before they shut her down. We had just finished breakfast at a Cracker Barrell when DK's supervisor called and told us about it. The first words out of DK's mouth were 'you're kidding me Bill'. We were stunned, and scrambled to find news on the little portable TV/radio we had taken with us. We kept on driving as fast as we could to get home to Memphis. Kept dialing in the TV whenever we hit a major market where we could pick up even a fuzzy picture. First thing in the motel room we flipped on FNC and stayed riveted to it well into the night, then until we bailed out of the motel room to continue coming home.
Coffee to brace us for the start of this sad day.
