The drive to the Coliseum takes a little over a half hour on the interstate, and then there’s traffic to contend with, and parking. Since time’s running short, I ditch street parking in favor of a nearby parking deck. I circle the Coliseum, turn signal on and blink blink blinking away in the hopes that someone will take pity on me and let me into the line leading into the deck. Someone does, thank God, and I’m just managing to merge with the traffic when Ross shrieks in my ear. Literally, shrieks, like a twelve-year-old girl at a Britney Spears concert.
I hit the brakes hard enough to slam us both into the dashboard. “What? What is it?”
“I. See. The. Tour bus!” Ross bounces in his seat like a little kid, clearly close to hyperventilating. “Ohmigod, ohmigod! Adam Blue is right there. I ca
