I’m in a Holiday Inn, the same one that is currently housing many attendees of a regional Southern Baptist convention. Oddly enough, the amount of noise created by the Baptists is about equal to what you’d expect from spring breakers. They have no problem shouting to one another from opposite ends of the hall at midnight or carrying on conversations at the top of their lungs right outside your door. Rather than closing the door gently they let that automatic hydraulic arm slam it. Even at this moment, about every 30 seconds I hear “SLAM” somewhere on this floor. It sounds like the Fourth of July. Apparently, one of the things that happened at the convention is that they voted to suspend the golden rule.