As Gut Check was tooling through the Explore St. Louis website looking for upcoming geeky conventions worth counterfeiting a lanyard ID and crashing (what can we say -- everyone needs a hobby!), we chanced upon the page for the Airport Minority Advisory Council's 28th annual AMAC Airport Business Diversity Conference (or, in Explore St. Louis' boosterish parlance, "THE 28TH ANNUAL AMAC AIRPORT BUSINESS DIVERSITY CONFERENCE!").
No, we're not going to sneak into that one. But we did enjoy the introductory paragraph of Explore STL's "welcome" to attendees, and we figured we'd share.
Here, see for yourself:
Gut Check is fortunate to have lived a globetrotting life. Granted, legio mihi nomen est, quia multi sumus, as Mom used to say, but you play the hand you're dealt.
As a teenager we spent at least part of nearly every year in Mexico. It's a lovely country, populated by some of the warmest and most genuine people you'll ever meet, and it's a shame an entire nation's reputation is defined these days by its narco-trafficking corpse count. We're fortunate to be able to recall a time before all that, though, when U.S. residents wishing to mock our North American neighbor fell back on derisive euphemisms like "Montezuma's Revenge" and the "Aztec Trots" and referencing the lack of infrastructure south of the border with a blanket "Don't drink the water."
Though it's not like the Mexican people chose to have virtually no water-treatment systems in place, as with most clichés there was a genuine truth at the center of this one.
Gut Check knows of what we speak, thanks to a nasty case of hepatitis caused by, as near as we can tell, un-purified water in a certain nightclub's gin-and-tonics.
But during our early teen (and largely gin-and-tonic-free) years, we ran the gastrointestinal gamut more times than we care to count. Won it a few times, too! Exhausting circuit, we're here to say, particularly the latter stages of the course.