I’m just back from our family’s summer vacation; a road trip that included driving 1800 miles across 6 states in a mini-van (think: Chevy Chase/Vacation). This was especially true during our stop in Charlotte, North Carolina, where we’d planned to spend a day at the US National Whitewater Center (a very cool place, by the way) tackling Class 1-5 rapids on their man-made river. Little did I know that the action would start much sooner.
The night before we checked in at the Courtyard Marriott in center city Charlotte. Guests were directed to park at the hotel’s parking garage. Getting the kids to bed early, my wife and I drifted off ourselves – that is until the phone rang at 2:30am. It was the front desk calling to say that our car was broken into and that the police needed me to go down to the parking garage.