The drive back home was loooong.
The band made a few bucks, entertained some new fans, and probably committed a couple of misdemeanors with their, ahem, followers.
But, that's the biz.
Lloyd and I were anxious to get back. We needed to see if there had been any word on Susan. We thought that maybe she had skipped ahead, if Mickey's info was worth anything. It was possible that she was anywhere from Utah to Pennsylvania. We had to narrow down the search area.
We asked the lads where they had been scheduled to play.
"Not sure, mate," said Nigel. "We know she booked several gigs in Lincoln, the L.A., deal and she said several other travel opportunities."
"Did she mention where the travel opportunities were?"
"Dunno," Chas chimed in. "Sounded right foreign to us, Ohio, Iowa, Michigan..."
"Chicago!" Derek interrupted.
"Chicago?"
"Yeah. I remember Susan telling me that she had to go to Chicago at some point to secure the venue for a gig. I remember it because it was the one place I had heard of."
"All nighter, Lloyd?" I asked.
"We can do it. If we drive in shifts and sleep when we get the chance, only stopping for gas and food, we can get home in 24 hours."
We blazed right by Las Vegas. The lads got mad. Maybe on our next vacation, I told them.
We stopped in Cedar City, Utah, for gas and packaged preservatives in snack cake and beef stick form.
As we roved through the mountains, Derek observed that the Rockies could have inspired Tolkien for the Misty Mountains.
Derek has got some depth, to him.
I started keeping an eye out for goblins and trolls. Especially around Boulder.
From Denver we swept through the plains. Lloyd and I struggling to stay awake. The coffee and five-hour energy shots hardly living up to their name.
The lads were rapt. I wondered if they expected to see the whole Sioux Nation riding out to waylay us. Nothing about America fascinates the Brits as much as the Wild West.
I promised them each a Stetson, because Stetsons are cool.
We finally rolled back into Lincoln, unloaded the gear and caught a few hours of kip time. They had a gig on that Saturday.
That Saturday turned out to be Anxiety Saturday. The Huskers played well, Taylor had an awesome game. But Bo was ill, sidelined, under the weather.
He didn't come out of the locker room. He took an ambulance ride. The press didn't know where he went or what was done. They were thwarted by privacy laws.
They don't know that you have to talk to housekeeping. Housekeeping knows all and moves like wraiths through the halls of every hospital. They are invisible, but they know and see all.
Malcolm is a junior pre-med student who pulls shifts at St. E's. He's on scholarship, but needs cash to take care of some things. He will also impart information from time to time for the right dead president; or statesman if it's really good.
For the price of a conversation with Mr. Franklin, Malcolm said that the brought Bo in, ran his EKG, ran the full cardiac panel and rayed his chest. He had some of the symptoms for a cardiac event, but the blood levels and EKG were normal. They proceeded with the G.I. cocktail, a mixture of Maalox and liquid lidocaine. Discomfort resolved. Dx papers signed and Bo was out the door.
As for this weeks game against Idaho State, get your media guides out. You will see names you have never heard before.
Rex will get about ten carries as we welcome him back. Ameer will shoulder most of the load and Braylon and Imani will get a lot of work in the second half.
I think Taylor will run the show in to one possession in the second half, then give way to BK3.
We welcome back Chase Rome to the team who settled his personal issues. I translate that as he broke up with his girlfriend from back home, just a theory, I could be wrong.
Zaire Anderson got hurt, blew up his ACL. Sadness. Time for Santos to step it up.
Final score, Huskers 63, Idaho State 10.
Getting caught up takes a lot of work,
Husk-husk and on the qb.
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