It’s a curious thing...my office sent down around a dozen folks for a conference...flew down on Saturday morning and it was supposed to start on Monday morning. By Sunday afternoon, they were forced out to higher ground...and Monday flew out of Nashville completely. They’d spent around four months preparing for this conference and a number of man-hours. Timing is everything.
Is that the hotel where the ducks walk around inside? I guess they don’t mind.
That’s so sad. We never stayed there, but it sure was fun to walk around in. Boohoo :(