The hotel was being refurbished, but the extra mile that folks there went was noticed and welcomed. The Dallas metroplex of recent years reminds me of Atlanta a few years back - construction and traffic delays everywhere, it seemed. but they did little to dampen spirits.
This year, I spent every minute of the show in attendance, and the crowds were good, and even-tempered. From where I sat, Franklin-Christoph, a nice group of folks, was very heavily trafficked, as usual. The smiling and cooperativeness of their representatives, coupled with difficulty in ordering products, made for a busy time for all. Once again, several personal kindnesses came my way.
I find the being nice, constant smiles, and fist bumps made for lots of grins. I had the opportunity to greet, for the second time each, a couple of young ladies in the second grade and a fourth (?) grader, whose manners were a credit to interested, involved parents, and provided me with several hugs and kisses and caused my voice, more than once, to break. For those who don't know, my daughter, at 21, has finally entered my life, my wife's daughter is even more so, and our baby girl wonder puppy, has caused me to become more the fan of the opposite sex.
I had the opportunity to observe the teamwork of John Jenkins and Bill Zeeble (and wife and "kid"), and Donnie Winn of the host club. I don't know what brother Walker snuck into the water, but I, hardly alone, had two wonderful days. It seems like lots of members of the host club were in more than one place at the same time; all fires were extinguished quickly.
I had some wonderful visits with old friends, like Laura Ingram, and would like to very much thank both the aforementioned Mr. Wynn (with grandson in tow, a young mensch); and An Tran, a formidable bargainer, but one who, in the end wanted to see no losses and everyone victorious. "Crazy Al" Cohen, across the aisle, was busy and loud, and had lots of ups, helped by his ever smiling, delightful wife, and one unfortunate down but, again, lending to the great team spirit, something this former Conneticut schoolboy athlete knows something about.
Time to start catching up on sleep, but the dreams will be pleasant, I'm sure.