Jon Iverson and I were standing in the parking lot of the Amerisuites Hotel, loading the trunk of his rental car, and saying goodbye.
"Do you need any food?" he asked, offering me a bag of pretzels and some delicious chocolate truffles. "These are good for you when you're sick."
"Thanks Jon." I was happy to take them. They did make me feel better.
I can't remember Jon's exact words after that, but they were something like, "You must be tired of all of us…