Every year, for the past half a dozen years, I have roomed with my friend Mary for the annual International Association of Emergency Managers conference. The handful of days we spend at the conference each year are always a whirlwind of catching up and creating new memories. We talk, we laugh, we work, and we get into mischief. Well, mostly Mary gets into mischief. I am the innocent one.
Okay, maybe innocent is not the right word. But make no mistake – I am a pretty solid rule follower…and Mary is not. Mary is hell on wheels. She makes me look like a saint.
Okay, maybe not a saint. But only a garden variety sinner. Mary is far more daring in the things she does. Alas, she actively tries to corrupt me.
And yet, after all these conferences we have never been arrested. Thank goodness! Truly, it has been nothing short of a miracle that no bail has had to be posted on our behalf.
Mary with Mark Twain
The week is young and Mary is just getting into her groove. Heaven only knows what she will do next. The only thing I know for sure is that I will be right there beside her. Keep the bail money handy.
Day one thousand two hundred and thirteen of the new forty – obla di obla da