It took some doing, but Rob and I finally found the disc golf course in Rotterdam. When we finally pulled over and asked a random pedestrian where we could find it, he thumbed over his shoulder at the fourth tee-pad. If it was a snake, it would have bit… well, it would have bit someone other than those driving past it in their car.
Last night was the post-summit dinner, and it ran way too late. This morning I checked out of the hotel, had Erno drive me to Capelle (which, as it turns out, is completely surrounded by Rotterdam), and met with our support folk in Capelle. I’ve not had as good a time talking with tech support guys as I had with these dudes. Maybe it’s because I was pretty unhinged after being in “controlled release of information” mode for three days. Maybe it’s because we all ganged up on the French. It seems that I’m not alone in my penchant for bashing the language-bigots who tried to shove a camera up my output port three years ago.
In just a few minutes Rob and I are heading over to Het Park to play a round of Disc golf. We’ll see how it goes. I’m bringing the camera. Hopefully I can get pictures posted before I leave Capelle for Amsterdam.
I’m losing my internet connection here at the summit in about three minutes. What am I going to do with all my free time after that?
I suppose I could draw something, or maybe go outside and see the [transmission ends…]
There’s a guy here from Infoworld, and he wants to write an article about the event. He also wants a photo of “Howard Tayler presenting” for his article.
So… two minutes ago, just before the closing group panel, we did a POSED SHOT of me on stage in front of a slide deck. Good grief.
I joked with Jeannie, the Advisor coordinator and photographer…
“The nice thing about being famous is the obscene amounts of money I’m … wait a minute.”