Robert C Slayton - Grief to Joy and Inspiration

My Adventure down to YOU Powered Symposium and how to add a little extra fun and gifts into the mix

9 min · 20 de feb de 2026
Portada del episodio My Adventure down to YOU Powered Symposium and how to add a little extra fun and gifts into the mix

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Robert’s Substack is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. Written 2/9/2026 It’s been awhile since I’ve written. Frankly, I’ve been on the road and distracted by several major projects happening simultaneously. If all go through as expected, it will dramatically change my personal and professional landscape. Let’s get into this. Every year I attend the YOU Powered Symposium. The premier conference in my industry. Emma Fox is creator and organizer. An amazing, powerful, thought leader in our industry. She created this conference to disrupt other conferences in the field of benefits. She’s a friend, colleague, and plays to the top of her game and our field. It was being held in Savanna Georgia at the beautiful Westin Savannah Harbor Golf Resort and Spa starting Sunday February 1st in the evening. I decided to see if my girlfriend (yes, my future forever person) wanted to come along for the ride. We’d make a weekend of it. When I first mentioned this (about a month into our relationship), she thought I was crazy. Then after dating another month, she decided to say yes. We set it up to leave Friday morning early and make our first stop of the night Louisville. We decided to book a distillery tour and Woodford Reserve had spaces open, so it was set for 1:30 pm Friday. It asked whether we were celebrating anything and of course I checked the “yes” box. Then it asked what we were celebrating… As we weren’t really celebrating anything I asked for suggestions. GF suggested our anniversary. It was kind of true as our 4 month anniversary would be on February 5th, so I said “anniversary.” We left before 5:30 am on a dark and cold morning and had good roads except for a 45 minute backup due to a fatal car crash. Due to the backup, we weren’t able to grab lunch beforehand, but we did make the tour. When the lady checking us in noticed we had a celebration listed, she asked what we were celebrating (I was required to put it into the notes). I replied “anniversary!” and then she handed me a card. The card was signed by all of the workers there who managed the tours and included a card for free engraving on any bottle we purchased. Cool. The tour was great and we got to taste both whiskeys and bourbons. We chose a whiskey and had our names and 2026 engraved on the bottle. A really nice souvenir. We were hungry, so stopped by The Stave. A local restaurant. Due to the whether that had occurred the prior weekend, this was the first day they were open that week. To tell the truth, the road to the distillery off the main road was a little dicey. Luckily I had a big AWD Pilot which I was very thankful for. I got a fried bologna sandwich since the last time I had one was when I was a kid (and used to fry up the bologna myself). I kid you not, the slice was over an inch thick. Holy Mother of God. Really? Due to timing, we couldn’t make Buffalo Trace Distillery, so headed into Louisville. GF and I dance, so we found that there was a line dance/country swing dance at the Hotel Louisville. I looked at the pictures online and then called about booking a hotel as it looked like the rate was cheaper by booking directly. I asked to book a room for the next night and the lady refused, saying that I can just come in and get the room. No reservation needed as they have never not had a room available. We show up and it looks like a homeless shelter. Old bedding strewn about and a security guard at the door asking what my business was. I inquired about a room and then left. “I have good news and bad news.” Okay, she replied. “They don’t have any rooms. That’s both the bad news and good news.” So we sat in the parking lot and booked a Holiday Inn Express 4/10s of a mile away and drove over. The general manager checked us in and here was the conversation. “Your parking space is around the back, I gave you the handicapped spot.” “But I’m not handicapped.” “It’s okay. It’s closest to the door to get into the hotel out back.” “It’s perfectly safe and secure. We have a security guard who patrols the parking lot every hour at night. That said, please take ALL of your belongings out of your vehicle.” My thought: perfectly safe and secure, take all of my belongings into the hotel. WTF. I mentioned we were celebrating our anniversary and he upgraded us to their top floor room with two walls of windows. It was a great space, even it their top floor was just the 4th floor. I asked about the breakfast in the morning and he replied that they hadn’t gotten their shipment of food in for the day, so wasn’t sure what they’d have other than they’d have something. Sigh… We drove around back to park in front of a homeless guy smoking a used cigarette in front of the door to the hotel. He tried to waive us off parking in the handicapped space until I put the paper showing that this was my spot in on the dashboard. He left shortly thereafter and we unloaded EVERYTHING and went up to our room. It had been a long day and we still wanted to attend the dance that night, so we took a brief nap. Then I went downstairs to the restaurant to grab something to eat for us. I walked through the door to an empty restaurant and no one behind the counter. I rang the bell and a person came. I asked about food and he said, “I can make you chicken. That’s all I have. We have no lettuce, burgers, or anything else.” So upstairs I went figuring we’d grab fast food (worst case) as there was a McDonald’s close by. The dance was at the Hotel Louisville (the same place we didn’t stay). We parked and walked in. Years ago, this was a grand hotel with beautiful woodwork and layout. Today it was a tired reflection of the grandness of what it used to be. We said high to the first security guard and got directions. Then the second security guard walked us to the room. It was a nice space with a large wooden dancefloor… and six other people. It turned out that the dance had been cancelled due to weather (it was colder in Louisville than in Chicago), but 6 people went rogue and decided to dance. Everyone was very nice and Jim took us under his wing to tell us all the great things about dancing in Louisville. The dance usually hosted between 60 and 90 people. I’m just glad there were people dancing. We got to line dance, swing dance, and two step, practicing our skills all along the way. They called it at 9 pm, so we started heading back to our hotel. GF wanted milk for her coffee, so we dropped by McDonalds as they were close and open and we knew they had milk. I pulled up to the drive through and here’s the conversation. “I’d like milk.” “What?” “Milk, a carton of milk.” “Wait, what did you want?” “Milk, the milk that comes with a kid’s meal.” “Oh, chocolate milk.” “No, white milk please.” “Okay, that will be $2.” I pull around and hand the cashier a $5 bill. Then wait. We see the cash drawer open (it’s 5 feet off the floor, the cashier has to stand on her tippy toes to see into the drawer). After a couple of minutes, she said that they didn’t have enough change, so gave us back a dollar bill, dollar coin, and 85 cents with apologies. That was funny… We made it back to the hotel and went to the bar where Adrian was serving. What a hilarious guy. Very opinionated about what was going on at the hotel. Adrian was going to Chicago to work as a bartender there. He was going to stay with a friend until he got a job. We chatted with him and others at the bar and finally headed upstairs. That was the end of our first day on the road. Robert’s Substack is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rslayton.substack.com/subscribe [https://rslayton.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_2]

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Portada del episodio Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning

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