I also get the honor of bunking with my Dad, who is a great writer in his own right. SeaTac may never be the same! The small-town Eddings clan is being let out in public again. The only downside is getting up so blasted early to make the drive there before it starts! Such are the hardships of a writer. (An outpouring of sympathy and heartfelt condolence would be appropriate here.)
I'll fill y'all in when I get edjumicated and figure out which fork to use to jab whoever's trying to get the last roll!