General Convention 2009: arrival

I am in Anaheim, thanks to Alaska Airlines and the Super Shuttle from LAX. There are Episcopal Church signs on the Anaheim Convention Center, but at the moment, my hotel, the Hilton, is home to a convention of barbershop quartets. You walk out of the elevator and into a scene from The Music Man.


I am establishing one rule for commenting on convention coverage: anyone making Mickey Mouse jokes will have their posting privileges suspended for 48 hours. Magic Kingdom jokes will cost you 24. And those are real hours. This isn’t Major League Baseball where you can go play on one of our farm blogs.

Serious scene setter, curtain raiser (and other journalistic cliches) to come, but not until tomorrow.

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