travelin' man

Last day of this trip. In my anonymous motel room in Kissimmee. It is sunrise.

This is the 3rd and final day of these meetings, which have been pretty darn interesting. The crowd got in-depth looks at 5 different weed management products, each having a slightly different focus and environment, and two of which I am intimately involved with. This morning is the wrap-up session, before everyone heads for the airport.

Last night, after the day's business, we all headed to this surreal spot, for beers and dinner. It seemed a LONG drive from the Preserve, but the scene was incredible, with locals and tourists chowin' and drinkin', and the musician in the corner providing an endless series of eclectic tunes (both country and western) on guitar, fiddle, banjo, and kazoo, with his electronic gear providing various accents and backgrounds.

I saw 'Louisanna Crab cakes' on the menu, and, as a former Marylander, I always have to try the crab cakes from various locales, to see if they can ever approach the sublime pleasure of an (enormous, 50 cent) crab-cake from Roland Park Eddie's, in 1971. This one didn't even come close (it was crisp on the outside, but strangely mushy on the inside, with no discernable crab lumps), although the accompanying hush-puppy was pretty darn good.

I'll be home in a mere 20 hours. Thanks to Joe and Shirley and Steve and Diana, for providing hospitality and humanity. Without you guys, I'd be just another business-man-in-a-Hawaiian-shirt.