Well, the Vegas trip was pretty much of a bust. It was OK from the business side. Saw a few interesting products. Had a few interesting conversations. But I didn’t gamble, so I didn’t win anything (or lose anything, for that matter.) The most exciting thing that happened was an elevator ride — make that two elevator rides — with Mrs. Universe contestants. Mrs. Zimbabwe on Monday. Mrs. Peru on Tuesday. How did I know? There were wearing their sashes. Kinda hard to miss …
And then there was that dinner conversation with a bunch of newspaper operations guys. Tales of massive ink spills. Pressroom fires. Grippers. Sorters. And Stackers. Yup …
3 replies on “Leaving Las Vegas …”
were you wearing your “mister knoxville” sash?
You know I don’t go anywhere without my Mr. Knoxville sash.
You at least warrant a state title, Bob: Mr. Tennessee.