Spoke at a local civic group meeting yesterday and I really wasn't sure what to expect. The topic, the future of health care, I knew, but I wasn't sure about what the setting was going to be like. My hidden agenda with this event was to drum up a little more business from people with "real insurance."
The meeting was held at the motel in town which is your typical small chain motel that was only built a couple of years ago. Only had a handful of cars sat in the parking lot before our crowd arrived and at least a couple of those were motel employees. The room for the meeting was nice enough, but the old overhead projector had to be swapped out for the video projector that would hook up to my lap top. The motel employee setting up the room hadn't had anyone request that their be used before.
As my audience came in I recognized a few faces, but I was focused on getting this projector hooked up to my lap top, so I didn't even make it through the food line. It turns out that may have been not such a bad thing. In the midst of my talk about chronic disease, diabetes, high blood pressure I peered over to see what everone had for lunch. The meeting had been catered by the gas station/convenience store next to the motel. Lunch was complete with fried chicken, egg rolls, burritos, corn dogs, and jo-jo potatoes.
Maybe it was a good thing that they had me speak.
The Country Doctor
The meeting was held at the motel in town which is your typical small chain motel that was only built a couple of years ago. Only had a handful of cars sat in the parking lot before our crowd arrived and at least a couple of those were motel employees. The room for the meeting was nice enough, but the old overhead projector had to be swapped out for the video projector that would hook up to my lap top. The motel employee setting up the room hadn't had anyone request that their be used before.
As my audience came in I recognized a few faces, but I was focused on getting this projector hooked up to my lap top, so I didn't even make it through the food line. It turns out that may have been not such a bad thing. In the midst of my talk about chronic disease, diabetes, high blood pressure I peered over to see what everone had for lunch. The meeting had been catered by the gas station/convenience store next to the motel. Lunch was complete with fried chicken, egg rolls, burritos, corn dogs, and jo-jo potatoes.
Maybe it was a good thing that they had me speak.
The Country Doctor