Bleary-eyed And Blathering…

I am off to Reno at an ungodly hour this morning.  If you see me bleary-eyed and blathering at the airport don’t attempt to hold an intelligent conversation with me – it would be an exercise in futility.  I am not designed for intelligent thought before 9 AM.

I am off to the annual International Association of Emergency Managers Conference.  It is a pilgrimage I make yearly, albeit not to Reno.  Thank goodness for that.  Reno doesn’t strike me as the best conference venue and it is particularly lackluster for someone like me who is not an avid gambler. The conference is hosted in a different place each year.

Last year the conference was in Orlando, Florida.  A lot of conference attendees could not come or had to go home to deal with Hurricane Sandy.  Such is the nature of the beast.  At any given time folks could be called home to address an event.

And yet, most years major disasters seem to take a bit of a holiday during the conference.  It is almost as if the universe understands how important it is for the emergency management community to come together and share notes.  That is a blessing as the good folks in the emergency management community do an important job – keeping communities, businesses, and organizations safe.  The importance of sharing information on new technology, best practices, research in the field, and other items relevant to improving the state of preparedness, response, recovery, and mitigation is critical to keeping people, property, and the environment safe.

That is not to say that we don’t all have fun when we get together.  Of course we do.  It is like old home week – folks come from all around the world to this conference.  This week, they’ll come to Reno.  God save Reno from that hazard – the convergence of all those emergency management minds in one place. 😉

So watch for The New Forty coming to you from Reno this week – filled with heaven knows what.  But then again, that is every single day on The New Forty.  You never really know what you might find here…you always read this blog at your psyche’s peril. 😉

Day one thousand one hundred and eleven of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C