I have no intention of ever being right. While in Orlando, Thomas and I had a customer meeting at the Peabody Hotel. Although it was nice to see how the other half lives, I'm shocked they command such absurd daily rates with the obvious duck infestation they seem powerless to curb. Even the most annoying Muzak imaginable was unable to deter these foul pests from bathing themselves in a wholly indecent manner in the lobby fountain.
 
Not sure if it's obvious at first glance, but the reflections are most interesting...
 Thomas had a Sam Adams. There's no accounting for taste (although when it's ice cold, you don't suffer much).
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