Reno

It was commented on the prior post, "What would the room in Reno for the debt collectors convention look like?" The convention/annual meeting was held in what I would call a low to mid range casino/resort hotel. I really, really, really dislike casinos. The picture below will give you a feel for the ambiance. I never got around to taking a picture of the room. It really wasn't that bad, it just wasn't the same caliber as the Peninsula...of course most places I would be willing to pay for aren't.

I won't bore you with the work details. I will say this. When I'm traveling like this with lots of time in the air and in between actual events, I'm incredibly productive. I get many, many times more work done than when I'm at home or traveling with my partners. And that's because in those situations I am filling my days up with meetings and it is very hard to switch modes from meeting with people to doing writing types of work.

This morning I flew from Reno to Las Vegas where I'm meeting my brothers for our 2nd now annual meeting. I had the most bizarre experience at the Reno Airport. I got there at around 7:15 in the morning. Reno is a reasonably sized airport. There was no one there! I mean no one

No one being dropped off

No one at any of the ticket counters

No one at security
(The TSA folks asked if they could strip search me because they were bored and wanted something to do)

No one on the concourse

I hadn't seen anything like this since the day I traveled two weeks after 9/11. I wondered if there had been some terrorist event and I hadn't been told about it. After about 3/4 of an hour, it started to resemble more of a normal airport.