I started my trip on Saturday the 14th of February (leaving my wife home with the girls for Valentine’s Day.) On Saturday afternoon I drove myself up to the airport here in St. George and caught a plane for New Orleans, via Salt Lake City. I traveled with management and directors from my co-op, as well as a bunch of other managers and directors from the other co-ops in Utah. We were in New Orleans for the Annual Meeting of our national organization; they hold it in a different major city each year (last year it was in Anaheim and the year before that it was in Las Vegas.) When we got in to our hotel late Saturday night we were informed that they’d overbooked their rooms, so we were all doubled up in rooms for one night. So I ended up bunking with our Board Chairman; we had separate bedrooms but shared a bathroom in a large suite.
On Sunday morning I got up and met with some salesmen for a breakfast meeting, and then headed over to the big Expo, where I spent four hours chatting with salesmen and checked out all the latest in the new technology. It was fun to chat with my buddies from Abilene, TX where I used to work back in the early 90's. While I was there I bumped in to my old colleague from Bolivia and chummed around with him for a couple of hours. We ate lunch with the group up from Guatemala; it was fun to reminisce with them about our project there back in 2000-01. One of the guys was from one of the towns for which I built power lines, so he was appreciative of my efforts. I also ran into my colleague who is currently managing the project in the Dominican Republic. It was lots of fun. You could tell that New Orleans was smack in the middle of Mardi Gras week because they had parade floats lined up all along the street outside our hotel on Sunday morning and ran parades all day that day. I didn’t see the parades because I was in the expo, but I assumed that I’d have lots of other chances to see parades because when I was last in New Orleans, back in 2004, they had parades through the French Quarter every night I was there. Unfortunately for me, I found out too late that after Sunday they weren’t going to have any more parades until the night after we left New Orleans. Oops. That evening our billing software vendor took us out to dinner; it was a pretty lame meal, which is especially sad considering that we were in New Orleans, which is famous for its great food. So after the disappointing dinner I went on a walkabout with my CEO and his wife; we strolled through the French Quarter and down Bourbon Street looking for souvenirs (I found my typical round of souvenirs.)
On Monday morning we started our main meetings; it was a bit discouraging to hear from our national organization that “resistance is futile” and that there WILL be a carbon tax imposed on electric utilities this year. No surprise there since the democrats, who swept the elections this past fall, all come from states that will be the least impacted by the carbon tax, so it’s the best way for them to poke us in the eye here in Utah and around the west (except the left coast.) On a positive note: I ran into a gaggle of my buddies from the international program at the main meeting, including my pals from Yemen, Sudan/Nigeria, the DR, the Philippines, Guatemala, and from Afghanistan (but no one from Bangladesh.) I also met the two new engineers that they’ve hired for the main office, who both told me that they “knew” me from having to study the manuals that I’d written on how to do international rural electrification projects. That evening I met my buddy Eric for dinner. He’s honchoing the new big project in Yemen for which I did the feasibility study. That night we went to one of the restaurants recommended in my Lonely Planet guidebook and the food was wonderful.
On Tuesday we had more of our big meetings, and again we were told that we just had to reconcile ourselves to the impending carbon tax and that the best we could hope for was to get some funding from Obama’s $3T “stimulus” package; sad days – they’re trying to nationalize the utilities, like they have the banks and auto manufacturers. Around mid-day I went with my CEO and his wife out to the lower 9th ward, the area that was devastated in 2005 by Hurricane Katrina. We asked the clerk at the front desk of our hotel if she could give us an address in the flooded area and she gave us her own home address. She also told us that she was neither helped out by her insurance company nor any governmental agency. So we plugged her address into our GPS and drove out there; we found her home still ruined (see attached photo,) along with most of her neighborhood. There were very few homes that have been fixed in the four years since the big flood, but I’m not sure why anyone would fix their home in an area that has proven to be a flood hazard. We stopped for a yummy lunch a Cuban place, also recommended in my guidebook. That afternoon I didn’t have any meetings to go to, so I wandered up the neighborhood to check out the Civil War museum, but it was closed. So I toddled back over to the French Quarter and checked out Royal Street and the “Historic Voodoo Museum”; Royal Street was very pretty, but the museum was disappointing – two small rooms of dusty junk and a few pictures on the wall. That night a group of eight of us from our co-op went out to dinner together to one of New Orleans’s famous restaurants (the chef has a famous TV show;) the food was very good, although the dessert was bland.
On Wednesday we wrapped up our conference on a high note: our final speaker was Chris Gardner, the subject of Will Smith’s movie “Pursuit of Happyness.” He spoke to us for an hour or so and it was very enjoyable. So I bought his book and a video and had him autograph it. I’m looking forward to reading the book and seeing the video (not of the movie – I think it’s a video of his lecture.) After that talk we all headed back to the hotel to check out and mosey over to the airport. From New Orleans we flew to Salt Lake City via Atlanta GA; we had to make a big detour around an active storm front. We were fortunate – the other group from Utah, which were on the later flight, got stuck in Atlanta for the night when the storm blew into town and stuck around for a while. And yes, a week in New Orleans saw me put on three new pounds.
On Sunday morning I got up and met with some salesmen for a breakfast meeting, and then headed over to the big Expo, where I spent four hours chatting with salesmen and checked out all the latest in the new technology. It was fun to chat with my buddies from Abilene, TX where I used to work back in the early 90's. While I was there I bumped in to my old colleague from Bolivia and chummed around with him for a couple of hours. We ate lunch with the group up from Guatemala; it was fun to reminisce with them about our project there back in 2000-01. One of the guys was from one of the towns for which I built power lines, so he was appreciative of my efforts. I also ran into my colleague who is currently managing the project in the Dominican Republic. It was lots of fun. You could tell that New Orleans was smack in the middle of Mardi Gras week because they had parade floats lined up all along the street outside our hotel on Sunday morning and ran parades all day that day. I didn’t see the parades because I was in the expo, but I assumed that I’d have lots of other chances to see parades because when I was last in New Orleans, back in 2004, they had parades through the French Quarter every night I was there. Unfortunately for me, I found out too late that after Sunday they weren’t going to have any more parades until the night after we left New Orleans. Oops. That evening our billing software vendor took us out to dinner; it was a pretty lame meal, which is especially sad considering that we were in New Orleans, which is famous for its great food. So after the disappointing dinner I went on a walkabout with my CEO and his wife; we strolled through the French Quarter and down Bourbon Street looking for souvenirs (I found my typical round of souvenirs.)
On Monday morning we started our main meetings; it was a bit discouraging to hear from our national organization that “resistance is futile” and that there WILL be a carbon tax imposed on electric utilities this year. No surprise there since the democrats, who swept the elections this past fall, all come from states that will be the least impacted by the carbon tax, so it’s the best way for them to poke us in the eye here in Utah and around the west (except the left coast.) On a positive note: I ran into a gaggle of my buddies from the international program at the main meeting, including my pals from Yemen, Sudan/Nigeria, the DR, the Philippines, Guatemala, and from Afghanistan (but no one from Bangladesh.) I also met the two new engineers that they’ve hired for the main office, who both told me that they “knew” me from having to study the manuals that I’d written on how to do international rural electrification projects. That evening I met my buddy Eric for dinner. He’s honchoing the new big project in Yemen for which I did the feasibility study. That night we went to one of the restaurants recommended in my Lonely Planet guidebook and the food was wonderful.
On Tuesday we had more of our big meetings, and again we were told that we just had to reconcile ourselves to the impending carbon tax and that the best we could hope for was to get some funding from Obama’s $3T “stimulus” package; sad days – they’re trying to nationalize the utilities, like they have the banks and auto manufacturers. Around mid-day I went with my CEO and his wife out to the lower 9th ward, the area that was devastated in 2005 by Hurricane Katrina. We asked the clerk at the front desk of our hotel if she could give us an address in the flooded area and she gave us her own home address. She also told us that she was neither helped out by her insurance company nor any governmental agency. So we plugged her address into our GPS and drove out there; we found her home still ruined (see attached photo,) along with most of her neighborhood. There were very few homes that have been fixed in the four years since the big flood, but I’m not sure why anyone would fix their home in an area that has proven to be a flood hazard. We stopped for a yummy lunch a Cuban place, also recommended in my guidebook. That afternoon I didn’t have any meetings to go to, so I wandered up the neighborhood to check out the Civil War museum, but it was closed. So I toddled back over to the French Quarter and checked out Royal Street and the “Historic Voodoo Museum”; Royal Street was very pretty, but the museum was disappointing – two small rooms of dusty junk and a few pictures on the wall. That night a group of eight of us from our co-op went out to dinner together to one of New Orleans’s famous restaurants (the chef has a famous TV show;) the food was very good, although the dessert was bland.
On Wednesday we wrapped up our conference on a high note: our final speaker was Chris Gardner, the subject of Will Smith’s movie “Pursuit of Happyness.” He spoke to us for an hour or so and it was very enjoyable. So I bought his book and a video and had him autograph it. I’m looking forward to reading the book and seeing the video (not of the movie – I think it’s a video of his lecture.) After that talk we all headed back to the hotel to check out and mosey over to the airport. From New Orleans we flew to Salt Lake City via Atlanta GA; we had to make a big detour around an active storm front. We were fortunate – the other group from Utah, which were on the later flight, got stuck in Atlanta for the night when the storm blew into town and stuck around for a while. And yes, a week in New Orleans saw me put on three new pounds.
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