I taught my TOEFL class and then went to Atlanta Georgia.  I went with Lars Leader.  It was an Air Bus, a European monstrosity that was quite the noisiest rattletrap I'd ever flown on.
Lars and I went to the Hard Rock Cafe and saw John Lennon's first draft of A Spaniard in the Works. There were lots of things like that there.  We drank a couple of beers and looked at George Harrison's Beatle suit, one of the gray things they used to wear.  There were many famous guitars on the wall. 
I gave my speech on Thursday April 15, 1993.  The damned computer wasn't set up and when I tried it out five minutes before my speech the liquid crystal display just showed garbage on the screen.  There were already sixty-five people in the audience.  Luckily, they had walkie talkies and radioed for an active matrix crystal display and had it connected to the computer in a couple of minutes and it worked perfectly.  People asked a few questions and I got a lot of compliments after the speech for the next couple of days.
The Mariott was next to the Hilton.  It is a fantastic building.  Inside, you look up forty-seven stories as pink lighted elevators rocket up and down. 
Lars and I went to a Caribbean restaurant in the black section of town.  We walked back at night.  No one bothered us.  We went again later.
I also went to the Martin Luther King Memorial and toured his childhood home.  Tickets were impossible to get but Lars and Kathy Dietz wanted to try to pike.  I was out on the street and a lady gave me three tickets.  They were for the earlier tour, but the park ranger accepted them and we got to go on the tour.  It was rather sacriligious to pike that way though.  A teacher from Alaska wanted to walk with us.  I was walking home with the other two, but they liked to dally, and I hate being a racial minority in a tough part of town so this girl and I walked back together.  Lots of bums accosted us, but we made it back to the Hilton. 

I got kicked off the Hilton piano.