Well, Tempe, actually, but I couldn't pass up the chance to use the "word" phrom. And really, it's just the next town over. Though I'm sure my friends in Tempe would take umbrage to such a flippant dismissal of the differences, as I'm wont to do when airline pilots tell me that we're landing in Fayetteville, (city 25 miles south of more than 70,000 people) instead of in a former pasture in Highfill, AR (population just under 600).
Yesterday ended a series of travel adventures, some for work, some about but not for work, and others for fun, and all I have to say is thank goodness. It seems this happens every year around this time; I have trips left and right, and the result is that home, couch and dog take on a rosy glow.
Speaking of rosy glow, I was visiting ASU-Gammage, a Frank Lloyd Wright designed performing arts center that was large, round and orange. But interesting, that's for sure.
The conference was about marketing, and there is always immense comfort in hanging out with other marketing folks. They understand, frankly, that the statement made by the Gammage CEO (in jest) -