I pulled up to the Alamo rental car return at Midway airport thinking I was picking up Walter for the drive to Cincinnati. I'd spent the morning writing about the show the night before and packing in the sort of gleeful and obsessive way you do when you're going on a car trip. Of course I need a soccer ball, a Frisbee, a hatchet, and some fishing line. Anyway I looked up and Walt, Paul, and Stretch were ambling towards me hauling on two massive guitar amps. I looked around for the van. They smiled and waved. It wasn't until they actually got right to the car that I realized they all intended to fit in to my 1994 teal Toyota Corolla with the shot brakes.