The workweek was over. Plans for the weekend were floating in my head but nothing solidified. Within 48 hours, I would traverse four states and 1,400 miles of American roads. I’d visit one of the most somber of Civil Rights sites, attend the most dynamic live sporting event I’ve ever experienced, walk on the home field of one of the greatest high school football players of all time, and enjoy a short segment of one of this country’s most scenic byways.
Sometimes, the best-laid plans aren’t laid at all.
Just get up and go.
