It was more than a nice ride. It was great. My poor Mother did not think so. Junior sort of forgot to tell Mom that we would be delayed at Monon for a few hours before the run to Monticello. Had she known she would have done some shopping, went to the cabin we were renting or grabbed a bite to eat. She waited and waited at the elevator for us and was extremely angry when we finally did arrive. Junior made it up to her a couple of days later and treated us to supper at the Sportsman Club. Mom loved that place.
