Daily Journal Continued November 15,1998, William Thomas Thompson Departure for Paris and a tour through Europe by train to Rome. At 9.40a.m. we were on board NorthWest DC9 for Detroit and hoping to visit all the places as planned during a 6 hour layover before takeoff for Paris nonstop on NW DC10 for a short night and a7hour flight to arrive7a.m.in Paris. We went immediately to the Mariott where the brunch had just closed and we waited for lunch while we tried to get a tour of downtown and the outdoor art museum of the artist Tyree Guyton on Heidelberg Street. The tourcompany told me that this project was being dismantled by an order of the Detroit City Council while at the time they had no cars available to take us downtown at the special private tour rate of about$18.00 for 2 people. A taxi would be about $100.00 roundtrip and to rent a car and try and find it would take too long. In consideration of that quick visit to the HenryFord Museum in the cold,we decided it was too huge to see in the remaining time we had and with very little sleep lastnight,the couch in the lobby in the MariottHotel was so inviting for asnooze in the afternoon sunshine,we dozed until the time to catch our flight. I always pray for God to protect us and all on board every flight I take and especially on Dc10's that do have such a poor safety record and now MD11,like the one SwissAir crashed along this same route recently from a simple short in the wiring of the massive sound system,we need also to pray for those underneath thesebirds that could be hurt if they fall. The 2jumbo jets that crashed leaving out of NewYork'sKennedyAirport is still a mystery. We have never flown East to Europe before,we always go West around the world from Asia,its been awhile. I feel the needs of the world and a need to see the art of the old masters in this planned heart of Europe trip from Paris to Rome via Lausanne,Swi- tzerland to look at the relationship of art and religion in time. With praise to Him who is worthy holding our future in His hand. I was up long before daylight to finish all the necessary things. To install a new doorbell and stain the patches in the music room floor for the staff of channel4is planning to film their official Christmas commercial here while we are gone. This and a dozenmore to do before we close the door,depart on this here journey across the atlantic ocean to a place of wars in this century and so much more with the exception of the Swiss where their bank was bliss. Look at the world through spiritual eyes and see it better. The flight to Detroit was as smooth as silk,this is where the car was born and the labor unions as well. It was good at the time of success until all the world competed and the awful unions demands were outrageously high and choked it to near death. My father had owned a ford car in the year 1932 being the first V-8 motor to be built. I can remember the family having a 1941ford that delivered milk from the dairy to customers in Greenville 3 times a week and my mother teaching school at DoubleSprings grammarSchool near our home and farm. I remember my uncle BillWood being run over,killed by the train near Greer during these hard times in my childhood,I remember every cow that died and every thunderstorm. I remember I was slow to learn and always felt inferior to all in my family as well as my school. I drove the tractor at 8years old and kept the calves and fed the hogs. My pig never had a litter and my acre of cotton was all eaten by the bollweevil,I wondered why I was here.