Hello, Margaret here. As I recall, the first time Phil did a chat from a hotel room, we were in Atlanta in 2019. Frank and I had stopped by to see how things were progressing. It was a Hilton near Georgia Tech. Well, you can imagine…… Here’s a weeny, teeny hint. There was no room service. We had to walk to a Publix a few blocks away to pick up cardboard containers of sushi and bottles of beer. I remember Frank saying “I don’t care if we’re camping overnight in Hell, I’m getting my load on.” Classy to the end. That’s Fink. I mean Frank. In any event, this years’s first-Friday-of-March chat originated from the Meridian Hotel in Arcadia, California. Decidedly more upscale. I’m Margay
