I’m home from a short Franken-cation with a large group of pastors. the speaking was good, the music was good, and the room I stayed in was good. the only downside was the constant and overwhelming smell of chlorine that seemed to change my very DNA. more than 12 hours and two showers after the hotel and I still smell like a cross between the YMCA and Gregg Luganis. now that I think about it, those two things smell an aweful lot alike. And to be honest, I don’t want to smell like either one. we’ll just say that I smell like a drycleaner’s basement.