Room 222 on the 2nd floor

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Room 222 on the 2nd floor

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Dean and I attended our eighth annual state brain injury conference last week. We always have a good time there, connecting with old friends, making new ones. Especially my social butterfly husband.

With almost 300 in attendance, a third being those with brain injuries, it really is a special treat for us. This year they gave us Room 222 on the 2nd floor, which I thought hilariously funny. They know their man!

I was always finding myself chasing after him between the motel and the conference center, asking various motel staff, conference vendors, etc. if they had seen a tall guy with a cowboy hat. They all knew him rather well. Who knows what "story" he had been entertaining them with previous to my appearance.

I was rather pleased that besides losing each other, the only other thing Dean lost while we were there was his cane. But it ended up being right in our room, so that didn't officially count. He seems to know his way around the place by now, which is comforting.

But then, I wondered why he kept insisting that I was taking the wrong Interstate direction when we were leaving town. It suddenly dawned on him. He thought we were in another city. So much for not getting lost! It's a good thing I'm always behind the wheel.

Dean bowling at a fundraiser at one of our conferences Dean bowling at a fundraiser at one of our conferences


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