Chapter 25
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The way things played out, it was a problem to even get there at all. Frank Hill and I drove into Reno, caught our flight with no complications, and landed in Boston. That was when all our troubles started.
The plane to Portland was delayed, then delayed again, and finally canceled. I checked for other flights, but there were none. It was only then that I thought of taking a bus up to Maine, which would have been possible a few hours earlier but no longer was. We couldn’t get a rental car because we’d been drinking for hours in the airport bar while we were waiting for our flight. The airline didn’t want to comp us for a hotel room until we told them who we worked for and how much money he had to sue them with. It was after midnight when I finally found myself pourin
