Just after midnight, the bus broke down outside Salina, Kansas. It was George Walker's 24th birthday, but he wasn't thinking about cakes or candles or celebrations or anything like that. He was thinking that he'd been on the Greyhound for almost two days, all 325 pounds of him stuffed into a narrow seat whose recline lever didn't always work, and now they were going to hit Denver even further behind schedule. Someone said it was two below zero outside, and he could believe it. It... More >>>