Reflections from the Winter Meetings

Wander along the canals, headphones on, Martin’s Amsterdam on Crimson windows float by; shame quietly covered with glittering lights Your drunken patrons stumble through the night These words were originally penned for the beautifully aged cobblestone streets of Amsterdam, a striking disparity from the trifling theme-park nature of the Opryland hotel. The similarity of feelings came unexpectedly as […]