Boston, Massachusetts
                  (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." 
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