Texans are God-fearing Christian folk, but I'm not praying... The hotel conference rooms were so massively over airconditioned that I actually had to go out into the midday sun at the lunch break just to warm up enough to stop shivering.




We went on a shopping expedition on our last afternoon in town, hitting the store with by far the best name to check out some western wear.




Jim tries a hat.




I try a hat.




Later that night we took a stroll through downtown, heading for dinner.




We had missed out on chances to gorge on large amounts of beef, so it was off to Texas de Brazil. This is their salad buffet. The servings got bigger from there.




On the way back from dinner we stopped to listen to an outdoor concert by, I am led to believe, Radney Foster. Whoever that is. They're at the back. Sorry it's so blurry.




Everyone checked out on the final morning and then dumped their bags in the lobby for the last day of the conference.




At the airport for the flight home, I noticed an unusual characterization of the men's washroom. Unusual, but not inaccurate.




As opposed to those recreational defibrillators I keep hearing about?




I'm pretty sure the Heart and Stroke Foundation works against heart attacks. This must be their nemesis. (I wonder if they approve of emergency defibrillators?)




And that's pretty much it.

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