Monday, June 03, 2002
Convention time.

Monday means that weddings are over for now, and that the hotel is back to convention world. Right now, as I type, there are hundreds of conventioners -- hell, I don't know what the convention is. It's not mine -- in the hotel atrium listening and singing along to "God Bless America".

I'm not a believer by any stretch of the imagination, but I think that having someone sing either "God Bless America" or "The Star Spangled Banner" (my personal pick) is a good thing.