by John Mauldin
At the conclusion of my conference yesterday, I did a number of interviews and then made my way a few miles home, collapsed into my favorite chair, and thought back over the myriad of ideas, the whirlwind of friends, and the just general all-around fabulous time I had experienced over the past four days.
But then it was time to drive back past the hotel where SIC had happened to a little hole-in-the-wall bar where all my children had gathered to celebrate my youngest son Trey’s 22nd birthday. The day before had held an emotional family moment for me, too, because for the first time in my life I had all seven of my kids, their significant others, and five of my grandchildren on stage with me right before my speech. I haven’t seen the “official photograph,” but a friend sent me this one.