I stepped off the puddle jumper plane from LA to San Diego (en route from Philadelphia) and squinted into the bright light, scowling at the light breeze. 71 degrees? Seriously?
I’m a firm believer that the West Coast was invented to mock East Coasters. “See how happy you can be when you don’t need to sweat in 100 degree weather or shovel four feet of snow off your Subaru Forrester? And oh, by the way, here we actually use our sunroofs.” Uncomfortable pause. “And, come on. A Subaru Forrester? Do you wear anoraks too?”
It wasn’t always this way with the FileMaker DevCon. It used to be that you’d crawl out of your transportation device of choice into a humid steam bath and say to yourself, “yeah, okay, this sun thing is nice, but at least I don’t live 20 miles from downtown huddled in an air conditioning bubble”.
No longer. FileMaker DevCon these days is now held in places that make me envious. Continue reading ‘From the City of Brotherly Love to the City of Unspeakably Nice Weather (or: how I stopped worrying and learned to love an ambient temperature of 71 degrees)’
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