Then we would go in a large round robin of school shopping, stopping every evening at motels, and then head home after a week. Dad’s secretary had ...et the reservations up; she was a wiz at that sort of logistics. Everything was in place for our journey. The one concession to frugality was that we all would share one room. We were family, no big deal; there are always two big beds anyway.Now I bet your thinking AH HAH!! . . .that first night when mother and son are alone in the motel room on. I was so happy to be under the table, having fun with those guys, instead of out there in the audience bored out of my mind.These professors had been talking all day to various crowds, I could tell by how much they all had to give to me that day, that by the time I got to them they had alot of pent up work-stress built up inside.And what better way to end the afternoon, than by taking a load off, especially with someone so willing to help.After I had taken care of them all, I had to still stay. Niki wants to speak with you."I now had a chance to see if Pam was okay."Tom, I never imagined this would happen. I'd hate to be such a public person and have to endure this every day. How does she do it?" I don't know. We could have been injured out there."We sat marveling at all the energy in the room. When seven Playboy models showed up in one place, the world noticed. In just a few minutes, a man who turned out to be an announcer, walked onto the stage and welcomed everyone. The music. It was initially written entirely for myself, and long after its’ writing it comes to serve a new purpose. I lost a nephew this past Tuesday June the 3rd 2003. He committed suicide, and that makes my black old heart ache to no end. We identified a lot. I can’t count the times we came to each other’s rescue. We were and still are so much alike. I had myself convinced he was on solid ground before I decided to leave Alabama and start my life anew here in Florida. We shared a lot of the same.