So after the stresses of the day, Dad and I went for dinner at El Corral. It's a famous place in Tucson for Prime Rib. We had some whiskey and talked, then had prime rib and a good Zin and talked, then we had some Proper 12 Irish and talked. Then we had dessert and coffee and talked. In the midst of that, the drummer from Raintown found out I was in town, so we met him at the Union Bar and had some 21 year old Balvenie and talked. Now we're back at the hotel, and crashing.
Tomorrow we'll spend some more time with Andy and Julie, before we fly out at 5pm. But this was a good evening to end a bittersweet day. I really appreciate y'alls concern. Thank you.
