A Life in Thirty Posts – Post #29
For 30 days, I will be sharing random stories from each year of my life as the big three-oh looms. Consider it my way of coping.
In 2008 I became a real public relations professional.
But, Brad, does that mean you were a fake public relations professional up to that point?
No, not really, but I got my first experience of life on the road.
Over the span of four weeks, I visited Dallas, Orange County and Washington, D.C. to support events on behalf of a client. I felt like a musician on tour, albeit with no groupies, drugs, binge drinking or trashed hotel suites (unless you count the bowl half-eaten room service oatmeal I left behind in Dallas).
Coupled with a separate trip to Denver a few months earlier, my newly created frequent flier accounts were bulking up.
But the best part was seeing different parts of the country.
If had a few minutes to spare, I was able to sneak away and take in some sites, the highlight being Dealey Plaza in Dallas. That was a surreal experience.
All in all, in 2008, I traveled farther West than I have ever been in my life, surpassing Denver, which had been the Westernmost point until November.
Yes, it was work-related, but that didn't make it any less exciting for a PR professional who, until that point, considered a client visit in Ann Arbor exotic.
