MHA Finale

What a fantastic, epic, transplendent conclusion to this year's Mental Health America Conference. Attendance was at its highest as everyone agreed it's far too hot out to leave the Hyatt. The super highpoint occurred during breakfast, the convention was hit with a face-full of pedigree when in walked none other than preeminent mental health advocate and amateur muppet Patrick Joseph Kennedy (of the Kennedy family), who took the stage just when everyone was thinking about sneaking out to address their impending coffee-induced doo-doo movement. The flustered P-Jo also seemed rather inconvenienced by his own arrival, which was 6 hours early.

During his 45 minute tirade, P. Jiggles roused the 250 MHA constituents to a solid clap-fest usually reserved for minor league ground outs. At certain times his speech/rant had hints of Bluto, which was both adorable and sad. When I approached Congressman's press secretary to get the transcript of his speech for this report, Ol' Patty interrupted by inviting me "out sometime," his eye twitching all the way out the door.

Lunch was a salmon fillet and salad and media awards ceremony, which your humble journalist exploited grub-wise and stealthily exited just as some Johnny Thinks-A-Lot took the podium.

After that, it was all pretty much free pens and politically correct small talk.

G'night!