Michael Kruse: He wheeled out of his room early Friday, down a wooden ramp and through the garage to the driveway and onto a mechanical lift attached to the family's van. He sat in his chair strapped to the floor between his mother and father up front. "Did you guys bring the camera?" he asked. They stopped at McDonald's in Tarpon Springs. His father steered the van along back roads toward Tampa. His mother held a McMuffin in front of his face. He took bites. She told him the sunrise was beautiful.
He hadn't slept much because of adrenaline and anxiety. He closed his eyes and tried to rest. The van finally pulled up to the St. Pete Times Forum.
His mother spotted the handicapped entrance. She…
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