About to head into downtown Denver to experience the close-up thrill of an empty convention center. Problem: our hotel is not exactly in the throbbing heart of Denver proper; on the cab ride from the airport, we saw the sign WELCOME TO WYOMING, but the driver assured us we would be able to catch a shuttle back to the city. They ran all the time.

Indeed they do, but there was a problem: couldn’t get on the media shuttle to go downtown to get my credentials, because I don’t have my credentials. No matter how many times you work that one around in your head, there’s no solution. You can understand the need for security; I might be a delegate who wants to experience the rich luxury of the media bus, with its ice-sculpture in the back and champagne-on-tap and wry, cynical banter, and the colorful urchins with grimy faces and cloth caps running messages from one end of the bus to the other. So no bus on Saturday.

Sunday? No buses at all. The helpful Denver Information Guy in the lobby said I could walk half a mile and take a city bus, which sounds fun, or take a cab – or call a limo. Yes, that will look good on the expense account. You took a limo? A limo? Well, that’s it, then. We’re out of business. Thank you Mr. Straw, signed, Camel’s Back.

I’ll post again as soon as I’m near wifi, or post from the iPhone. If the next message contains 3493 typos, you’ll know which platform I chose.

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