The Mansion in Kingston apparently has some Dan Akroyd / Blues Brothers connection, there was definitely a ghostbusters feel about the place. It was Ryan Bourne’s 16th Birthday ( or the 16th birthday of his beard..); hippies danced, we sold some vinyl, Bourne sold some vinyl, and we all had the sweet sleep and continental breakfast of the Howard Johnson Motel for the night.
We woke up in the morning and after greasy birthday breakfast, commenced 17 hours of driving. These drives make everyone into gargoyles with puffy eyes who stumble into gas stations rumpled and in search of junkfood to abate the endless boredom of the road. at one point we had to perform emmergency surgery to Danny’s foot in a gas station bathroom, that was nice.