"Neither did I," she answered and then laughed. "Actually it sounded like he didn't know exactly what was going on." Well, unless he asks for help we'...l just see what happens," I mused. "Bet there's a good story behind it though." There was, but that's for later.-Sumalee-Lidia and I were waiting in our assigned place: the bride's room in the back of the convocation center. That is what I said, a convocation center; it was the only place large enough to hold the hoard of attendees and close to. At that moment the fire services, emergency response and the leaders of their teams arrived to bring the emergency under control. It was a circus with different groups of people explaining, complaining, ordering and just generally getting in each other’s way.They spent hours trying to explain what had happened and getting reamed for bypassing all safety protocols and experimenting way beyond safe limits. In fact they spent so much time tryign to explain things that no one actually got around to. ”“Health, yeah,” he said. “So how do we do that? I mean, you need him hauled with the winch or what?”“No, no, Jason already asked me about that. With dolphins you mostly look for symptoms, anything wrong with the skin or the mouth or the eyes or behavior, anything like that. We won’t haul him unless we have to, and we’ll have to sedate him a lot when we do.”“Okay, so what about symptoms? You gave me all those horror stories about them getting sick suddenly and dropping dead, why I brought you. Had an agent watched it being prepared? Was there an official food taster to see if it had been poisoned? Had the kitchen been inspected by the health department?I wondered why none of this mattered when I was VP? It was my food and my kitchen and it had not killed me yet. I could see there were going to be more issues going forward.Early Monday morning at 0400 I met my hunting group at the end of Sawyers Road. It dead ended at the bay front farm Jason and Dad had rented first for just the.