I Spy with My Little Eye: Conference Floor Findings

When I was young and full of vinegar I wouldn’t just blog about an ALA Conference when I returned from my sojourns. Oh no, my dear, I would do it friggin’ ON THE CONFERENCE FLOOR! Imagine 20-something Betsy splayed out against a wall, typing for all that she was worth.

Well, time has passed. I’m no spring chicken anymore. But one thing has remained utterly and completely the same since my younger days. I make it a point of pride to look at everything I am sent, and I am sent quite a lot of up...