We are traveling. This required us to pack up suitcases, which we did last night. An old pro at this by now, it took me about 15 minutes, and only that long because I needed to be sure to leave room for an extra sports coat. We then drove to an airport. We went through the procedure required of you at the airport. I walked through a quick security line. Though the sign said you were five to seven minutes away from the front, it was more like two, and this is a pleasant bit of social engineering.
Through security, no problem. The hardest part was recombobulating.
Then to the plane, and on the plane and off. Here’s proof.
So where did we go. It was a domestic flight. It took a few hours. And when we got here we had chamber of commerce weather. That’s not much of a hint. This is a better hint.
Does everyone know now? Well, we walked around a bit today and I found one more fiendishly difficult hint I can share with you.
Needs more Ditka.
We are here for a conference. My lovely bride is presenting some of her Olympic research. I am presenting our recent cycling research. There will be rooms of sports scholars everywhere. The person that runs the conference is a person you might now.
When she’s not upside down in a swing, she’s the executive director of the only stand-alone association geared to communication researchers interested in exploring sport from diverse critical, methodological, theoretical, and multi-disciplinary perspectives.
And this is important, that swing had an age limit.
There were three of those swings, and they were all in use when I shot that. Not a single person was under the age limit. I bet that happens a lot.
Anyway, the conference starts tomorrow. She’ll have to climb out of that swing to present her research that morning. I’ll give another talk on Friday afternoon, and then I’ll run a session on Saturday. Great fun! Many pizzas!
(We had deep dish tonight. I’m not sure how many more I’ll want.)
