A convention brought me and a group from my work to San Antonio at the beginning of July. We spent our days working hard and our nights exploring our nation’s 7th most populous city.

What follows is not a travel diary, per se.

The Alamo

On a blisteringly hot Texas afternoon, hundreds amassed outside a mission-turned-fortress. They wanted blood.

Unlike a three-week stretch in 1836, these individuals would not get their wish. They were boxing fans and they were outside The Alamo hoping to catch a glimpse of Floyd Mayweather, arguably the most-famous, most-talented boxer in the world. He would be there for a press conference with his opponent in an upcoming fight.

Dan, Megan and I were just there to lay our eyes on a piece of American history. Read More