Having just arrived at the Sheraton, I was people watching while waiting in line at the check-in desk. I like to while away my time such as this trying to guess what the people around me do. The well-dressed youngish man in front of me held himself with an air of self-importance. Lawyer from New York, I thought to myself. The flashy woman beside him, his apparent travel partner I guessed to be his girlfriend, a realtor. The middle aged man with the horn rimmed glasses and receding hairline with a slight rounding of shoulders behind me; raleigh accountant. The young man in jeans and a T-shirt that said “Redskins” behind Mr. Accountant I guessed to be his son. I wondered what event brought all of these people to this location at this point in time.