Walking to my hotel room, I saw the sign on the conference room door, “Hooters of America.” Curious, I glanced in. Yep. Middle aged beer belly white man interviewing fresh young things. It couldn’t get any better than this. I’m always thinking “What if….” What if I got laid off tomorrow? What would I do? Where would I go? Did I want to be a Hooters’ waitress in Detroit? The days are long, the nights are cool. Could be just as interesting as my year in Korea, come to think of it.