The long ride home (1982 Florida vacation, part 7)
(This is the last in the series. Click here for parts one , two, three , four, five and six of my series reminiscing about our trip to Florida 30 years ago.) Our week in the sun wasn't couldn't last. The Florida fun was ending. It was time to drive home to Chicago. From Tampa, we piled back into our Chevy Citation and began the two-day trip back. This was my first experience that the ride home from vacation is never quick and rarely fun -- a stark reminder that the good times can't last, that everyday life must be resumed. But we did have a little fun going home. We stopped in Dalton, Georgia, and stayed at the same hotel as we did on the trip down. I think we went to Pizza Hut for dinner, then I remember watching "Best of the West" on ABC. The next morning, I ordered French toast and was surprised and dismayed at how much cinnamon was put on it (I'm guessing it's a Southern thing). When we drove into Chattanooga, we stopped and took the Incline -- a so...