(End of the
Road for Beth)
Excerpts from Kristy:
July 9-10, 1998
We arrived in Boston and actually found a parking space in
front of Beth's apartment building. Anyone who has been to
Boston knows that this is an accomplishment in and of itself.
I must say that despite having just finished driving through
just about every major city in the United States, none of
them made me as nervous as Boston. Maybe because I knew what
to expect (half-crazed, tailgating road-rage filled people).
Our first order of business was to throw a party to celebrate
the end of the trip. We filled "South Park" shot
glasses from Mall of America (the LARGEST mall in America)
with Cranberry juice (from our Ocean Spray tour in Las Vegas)
and vodka. We then toasted to a great trip. We hung out, relaxed
and told many tall tales of our adventures.
The next day I recovered from our night. (Note to myself:
Stop Drinking!) And then I left for home. Reading through
my journal I found this entry that best described how I felt:
"As I pulled out of my parking spot in Boston, I'll
never forget Beth standing there waving goodbye with tears
streaming down her face. I'm sorry to this day that I couldn't
share the end with her, but the end is something that we each
had to face separately."