I remember one trip to Berkeley. I was supposed to fly from Philly to Detroit and then on to San Francisco. Fat chance. I get bumped from the Detroit connection. I’m flown to Memphis to catch another flight to San Francisco. That flight ended up getting canceled so I end up flying to Minneapolis to finally catch my flight to San Francisco. I fell to the ground and kissed the floor when I arrived in San Francisco. 4 cities in one day. I felt like the Beach Boys trying to regain long lost glory with a holiday concert stunt. I slept well when I finally reached the hotel room in Berkeley that night.