Wanna Bet?

Want to bet these two conferences will be filled to standing room only, wall-to-wall with… rocket scientists?

I’ll give you 1000-1 it won’t be.

Wanna bet?

Over and Done

Yesterday, I finished up a very difficult, project. 

For two months I got up at 4:30 in the morning, showered, and drove to work in the dark on what the locals called the “death highway”, fifty five miles, one way, of two lane highway that wound up, down, around, over, and through some of the most desolate canyon land the extreme northeast plains of the Texas panhandle has to offer.  The posted speed limit was 70 night/65 day; Texas wasted its money on the signs.  If you drove less than 75 miles an hour, the vehicle behind would be right up your tail…more than that, and you’d find yourself fast approaching a slower vehicle in front.  If things went well, you’d be cruising along at just under 80; if they didn’t, you’d be in line with several other cars, bumper to bumper, waiting impatiently for the short, occasional, passing lane…and then jockeying at break neck speed to get around the slow poke who was holding everyone else up before the two lanes merged back into one.  Flowered crosses littered the route, placed there by the loved ones of those who didn’t quite make the pass before a car coming from the opposite direction topped the oncoming hill or rounded the next curve and both vehicles experienced first hand the physics of inertia, someone losing their lives in the process.