By Fred Vogel
Rudy left Reno with a full tank of gas, an empty heart, and the band America blasting over the 8-track. Any thoughts of Rudy taking the breakup like a man failed miserably as he blubbered and moaned all the way to Lone Pine. He stopped for a burger and used the pay phone attached to the wood-paneled wall near the bathrooms to give her a call—just to make sure this was really what she wanted. She told him it was all for the best and that he should continue to L.A. He protested. “But I’m already sick of America.”
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