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Saturday, January 16, 2010

Haiti - Revisited

Some things never seem to change.  The island of Hispanola contains two countries, both with a history of vicious, corrupt leaders.  But the Dominican Republic is moving on while Haiti is stuck in an ever recurring cycle of desperation.  It is a modern Tale of Two Cities, the modern Santo Domingo, my home for a number of years, and Port au Prince, hanging on by it's fingernails to make it one more day.

Imagine a place where every parent's dream is to send their child to school.  Education is the only hope for survival, for a chance at a better life.  It is THE key.  It will never happen for 90% of Haiti's population.  School costs $40.00 a month.  Most Haitians are lucky to get $2.00 a day.  How would you live on $1300.00 a year? This country is poor in a way almost impossible to understand, unless you have been there.


These photos were taken in 1970, almost 40 years ago.  They could have been taken a week ago, just before the earthquake. Saying that Haiti is the poorest nation in the Western Hemisphere doesn't do much to convey what this kind of poverty looks like.  And it just got a lot, lot worse.



Olaffson's Hotel was a true landmark.  It was the hotel of Graham Green's novel, The Comedians, and a watering hole for intrepid travelers for decades.  This was the balcony out side my room.  The little goat on the roof woke me up every morning, clip, clopping across the tin with it's bell jingling.  It was charming.

 


This was not the scene for most of the population.  Although Port Au Prince was a destination, it was never a thriving port.  And the poverty was just too prevalent to hide.  The lack of restaurants and basic amenities was obvious.  There was no industry.  Most Haitians couldn't afford to shop in stores anyway.

This "cottage industry" was a salad bowl factory.  Nearby, square wooden plates were  made.  Beyond that were the looms and farther along, goat skin rugs.



 

 

The Cathedral was the center of the best part of town.  As of Tuesday, it no longer exists.

 



Shopping along the center of town increased dramatically when the ships arrived in port.  This is looking toward the cathedral in the far distance.  The port is behind you here, several blocks away.  The streets become dramatically busier and filthier, the closer to port you get.  Although the city has grown to nearly 750,000 the construction standards have not improved.  Zoning and planning, indeed forethought of any kind is not a function of unstable governments.  Not unless there is a significant kickback. 





 












































The majority of the population lives like these scenes below and on the right above.  Life is lived as it happens.  Tomorrow is too far away to worry about.  Eating today is the problem.  There are more people dying of desease and malnutrition than is believable, or conscienable, in a country so close to our shores.





The power of the government to promote positive change quickly disappears when all one's resources are spent in maintaining power.  Governments don't pass from one elected official to the next in Haiti.  Governments, such as they are,  are usually overthrown.


Haiti is in one sense, disaster prone.  It's geography puts it right in the path of hurricanes entering the Gulf of Mexico or going up our eastern seaboard.  If it isn't hit directly, torrential rains combine with environmental degradation and total deforestation that result in frequent and significant loss of life from flooding and mudslides.


Vulnerability to disaster is a direct function of poverty and illiteracy from which it becomes a monumental task to bounce back.  Added to it's lack of infrastructure, little rule of law and few natural resources, these economic and natural catastrophes have brought the country to it's knees.  


There is so much to do that it is almost overwhelming to think about.  Broken down into managable tasks at hand, it becomes simpler.  


The first task is to survive until tomorrow and then the day after that.  Here is how to help.


www.unicefusa.org
www.redcross.org
www.clintonbushhaiti.org



Monday, January 11, 2010

Stick 'em Up!

You know, all this town needs is more water and
a better class of people.

Yeah, says the Dodge City resident.  People say that
about Hell too.


Wyatt Earp and his Buntline Special, a long handled revolver that could be used with a shoulder stock if necessary.


Wyatt Earp spent time in Dodge City, but he is forever linked with Tombstone, Arizona.  "The town too tough to die" is a former Wild West town that came into being during the silver rush when men followed the path West in search of the their fortunes.  Today it's hanging on by it's fingernails.  LIttle boys and girls no longer grow up thinking about cowboys or have starry eyed dreams of the West.  I doubt if many little people have heard of the OK Corral and the legendary gunfight.  And it is a legend.

Whats wrong with that?  We need heros who have a moral compass that can't be compromised.  A hero needs to stand up to greed and corruption whether in real life or in folklore.  So, Tombstone makes it simple.  There are good guys and bad guys.  You always know which is which.


And in this story, the good guy always wins.


These days, we all have to have a little hero in us to navigate this complicated world.  The bad guys wear white hats and tell us they are fighting to make our life better.  Maybe.  But more often, we find that they are really the bad guys and they are not our friends.  Tombstone has a simple answer for that too.




We could all use a better class of people.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

It's Just My Opinion


.......it's just my opinion, but....









According to Australian Shooter Magazine this week, "if you consider that there have been 160,000 troops through the Iraq theater of operations during the past 22 months and a total of 2112 deaths, that gives a firearm death rate of 60 per 100,000 soldiers.

The firearm death rate in Washington, D.C. for the same period is 80.6 per 100,000 people.  That means that you are 25% more likely to be shot and killed in the nation's capitol, which has some of the strictest gun laws in the country, than you are in Iraq.

Conclusion
The U.S. should pull out of Washington.

(Sent to me by my friend Gerri, who stays out of D.C.)

Avatar


Artists weave more than objects.  Sometimes they get to be magical helpers.

Objects, paint, settings, storyboards, sculpture, sound, animation, construction crews, computer techs, writers, amazing technology and wonderous light merged into a new world.

There is literally a cast of thousands in Avatar,  most of them behind the screen. 

The story is simple, and rich beyond measure.  A collaboration of gifted artists has woven things in such a way that through their art, we experience a light into our own consciousness.

A light that reveals our own radiance and all our possibilities.

It's all here.  All the mythic themes that have guided and sustained us through our long evolution.








A Colossus in military camouflage strides onto the screen, looking for all the world like the master of the Universe, who could snatch lightning bolts from the sky and hurl them through all the pitiful defenses assembled against him.

He is supported by the Goliath corporations; unfeeling, automatons who revere money.  Because money is power.   And they have all that money can buy.  Individuals do not matter in their world.  They are so replacable, either by a machine or another expendable human.  The goal is all that matters and the goal is always having more of everything.






The hero is not a David, yet.  He isn't even a whole man.  But more than his body has been damaged.  His psyche has been warped by a world that used his skills and abused his soul.  He has a journey to make, the Hero's Journey.

This archetype, this epitome of the heroic quest,  is so ingrained in us that we immediately recognize it and understand it's power.  We all have the archetype embodied in our fundamental characteristics.  It is a major part of what makes us human.  From prehistoric rock art, to Plato, to Carl Jung, the heroic quest has been drawn, described and known as a thing so worth attaining that those who act against this instinct are considered to have aberrant behavior, to be abhorent.  These people who act against the common good are called criminal.

The hero goes forth from the common, everyday world by being separated from his usual surroundings, thought patterns and behaviors.  He is thrust into an situation where he must overcome tremendous forces and almost supernatural wonders to achieve a goal or to attain self knowledge. 


The hero's journey may be a personal quest for self discovery.  Or, he may use his transformation to attain a boon.  This he will bring back on his return to share with others.  It could be fire.  Or the knowledge that we are one being.  In this way, we move from one place, to a higher, better place.  It's how we evolve.  And when someone is moving to that place, we always know it - it is intimately familiar.

In Avatar, the Pandoran race use "I see you" as their greeting.  They mean they see past your outer shell to the you that is part of them.








Light is such an important part of Avatar, both as a visually stunning piece of the cinematography, but also as an analogy.  A hero has received and accepted a call to adventure.  He will strive, through enormous difficulty, to improve the world.  With the self knowledge he has won, he will act in beautiful ways not visible to him before.  His being is now his art.

Artists are The Pathfinders.




Sunday, January 3, 2010

This Little Light of Mine Sundays

Let My Little Light Shine
The Kingston Trio



                                                                                  
Unless someone like you cares a whole
awful lot, nothing is going to get better.
It's not.
Dr. Seuss

The American Southwest is full of images that inspire awe and creativity.  The liquid blue sky, red rocks, gray green cactus, brilliant and brief flowering plants and sunsets that are so intense they seem surreal.  Add to that a healthy and thriving family, a lovely home and the leisure time of retirement to pursue any activity, just for fun.  Really, being just thankful is hardly enough.  In some way, dues still need to be paid.

We all have our favorite causes ( you do, don't you?), but it seems that "causes" have come to mean huge organizations and far flung operations that are faceless, begging for more and more donations.  The need is real.  But, the never ending demand on our emotions and resources is exhausting.   What to do?  How to choose?

It's easy to make a buck.
It's a whole lot tougher to make a difference.
Tom Brokow

This isn't about solicitation or charities.  This is about people.  I was going to say "ordinary" people, but there is nothing ordinary about them.  Nor is there anything ordinary about you.  I'm just sick to death of seeing the evening news filled with negative coverage and sound bites chosen for their shock value.  And so, every Sunday, I will try to run this post and change the "shining people" in them. There are better things in the world.  This is a picture of some of them. 



Greg Mortenson

In 1993, Greg Mortenson climbed Pakistan's K-2, the second highest mountain in the world.  While recovering from that climb, he met a group of children sitting in the dirt, writing with sticks in the sand.  He made them a promise that he would help build them a school.  A humanitarian campaign grew from that one effort.  Today, there are 131 schools in the rural and often volatile areas of Afghanistan and Pakistan promoting education, especially for girls.  You can find much information about Greg and his organizations just by googling his name.  Here is one.



I would love to hear about people that you think are shining.  Drop me a line in the comments section or send an email.  Don't you think it's time for a little good news?

Let Your Little Light Shine

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

WHITE CHRISTMAS

Get it on Santa!  White Christmas like you have never heard it before.  This little bit of silliness always starts my Holidays with a great laugh and good humor.




Thursday, November 19, 2009

TESTICLE FESTIVAL

So, do I have your attention?  After seeing the ad below in Tuesday's 'Yuma Sun', I thought it was a fluke and a pretty funny one at that.  Just to satisfy my curiosity, I ran it through Google and what do you know!  Its a big deal in a lot of western states.  Figures.  Big guys on horses, carrying guns and shooting varmits would just naturally gravitate toward bull testicles, wouldn't they?  Must be a 'manly' thing.  I'm having trouble wrapping my mind around this one.  But I'm not trying very hard.



Have a Ball at the Testicle Festival


Now, these aren't just any old testicles.  No sir!  These are USDA grade bull testicles.  I am not aware of the grading guidelines.  But bigger is better.  There are formal names for this delicacy.
One is 'Rocky Mountain Oysters'.  Another is (groan) 'Montana Tendergroin'.  They taste like chicken.  Well, sure they do.  Doesn't everything?

There is apparently only one  basic recipe and here it is.  Just in case you have the odd dozen or so testicles you just don't know how to cook. Use frozen USDA Grade bull testicles.  Skin them when they are just thawing, because the membrane peels like an orange.  Hungry yet?  Marinate them in beer.  Bread them four times and then deep fry them.  Or, you could just go out to one of the festivals like the one below.  Yuma, Arizona is having one this weekend.


Warning - Some Nudity

Wow!  Bikers, boobs and bull balls.
Good Times!

And people ask me why I stay single. 


Testicle Festival from ulteriorproductions.com on Vimeo.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009



Valley of Fire



Over 150 million years ago,  in the age of the dinosaurs, shifting sand formed huge expanses of red sandstone over most of what is now the American Southwest.  The same forces that uplifted mountain ranges and the subsequent erosion over many eons then formed faults and valleys leaving the formations we see today.   Other rock formations include limestone and shale. 

Thats the geololgy.  Its not what you first think about when you drive through it.  The sky is so intensely blue and the rocks are so red that it is immediately apparent that this is a unique and mystical landscape.  You just want to get out of the car and walk around in it.  To touch a few things.  To connect.



The Beehive

Your imagination just takes off.  Who were the people that called this home?  How did they live here?  Where are they now?  The span of occupation dates from 300 B.C. to around 1150 A.D.  They were the Basket Maker Peoples.  They predated the later Anasazi Peublo Farmers, but whether they assimilated into another group or just disappeared is not clear.  They were hunter gatheres.  They left rock art behind.  They are gone.  It's just too big a mystery, isn't it?  When they looked at the formations like the one below, what animal do you think they pictured? 


Elephant Rock


This is the West, don't forget.  Full of cowboys and outlaws who needed hideouts.  Follow a trail here to a slight depression in the rocks called "Mouse's Tank".  Rainwater collects here, sometimes lasting for months.  Perfect for a guy on the run.  Along the route, there are many prehistoric petroglyphs.  Did these people come upon the water and stay for awhile?  I wonder if they were surprised when it dried up or if they were somehow able to calculate when the rains came and water would be found here again.





This is near Atlatl Rock.  An atlatl is a fishhook shaped wooden tool that was used to hurl a spear great distances.  They figured that out, as well as peoples from the same time periods on other continents.  How does that happen?  There are many varieties of flora and fauna, even in a place that looks as desolate at this.  The Visitor Center here describes how intimate Basketmaker Peoples were with their environment.  Nothing that was usable for survival escaped their notice. 




People sat around a fire here, long ago, looking up at a blue sky while a meal was cooking.  Maybe they were worried where the kids were, or if they would find water the next day.  Some talented craftsman was making an atlatl for the hunt the next day.  Others were thinking about what to draw on the rocks to tell their story.  

Life went on.

(The Valley of Fire is located an easy 45 minute drive northeast of Las Vegas, Nevada.  It used to be on Lake Meade.  The lake isn't here anymore.  A 13 year drought has taken it's toll)

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Roadrunners And My Christmas List



ROADRUNNER
Geococcyx Californianus

This is one nifty bird.  They are mostly carnivorous and run like the wind.  Roadrunners can fly if running won't do, but they prefer the desert floor.  Although they have a silly reputation from cartoon images, the sounds they make are a descending series of "coos".  No bird ever made a "beep, beep" sound.  For it's size, this bird is a ferocious hunter.  It can handle anything smaller than it is and can even kill and eat a rattlesnake.  It digests the snake while half of it is still hanging from its mouth. That fact is going to come in handy later in this story.



This country has more consumer goods than any nation on the planet.  We practically import all of China.  And, when the wind is from the west and the stars are in perfect alignment, the price is right too.  Who can resist a sale?  It's unamerican.  I had just one more teensy little thing to find to finish my Christmas shopping.  Don't start with me on being so organized that I could get all this done before the 'after Thanksgiving Day' sales.  I may be a senior citizen, but I'm not out of my mind.



  • So, what's wrong with this picture?  NO SALES CLERKS!!!  And, if you are fortunate enough to actually find one, chances are one of the following scenarios will happen.
  • Clerk has no idea what you are talking about
  • Clerk has no idea where the product is located
  • Clerk has no inking of store's layout
  • Clerk can't speak English
  • Clerk is on the phone and can't be bothered with you
  • Clerks are gathering to talk about boyfriends
  • Clerk can't figure out register
  • Clerk makes mistake and it takes hours to find a manager who actually knows how to correct it and ring up the sale


        
Enter Geococcyx Californianus, the Roadrunner.  Any bird that can catch and eat a rattlesnake ought to be able to run down and nail a sales clerk.  It can digest the clerk as it's nasty little feet hang out of its beak as it does with the rattlesnake.  Or, it can use it's habit of spearing the prey and beating it to death against the rocks.

Either way, I'm a happy woman.

Monday, November 2, 2009

SUPERSTITION MOUNTAIN




The most painted and photographed landmark in Arizona, after the Grand Canyon, is Superstition Mountain, rising 3000 feet above the desert floor of the Salt River Valley in the Tonto National Forest - the whole lying inside the boundaries of the huge Sonoran Desert. It encompasses 242 square miles of rocky cliffs.The climate is treacherous. Summer temperatures soar over 125 degrees with little or no water in sight. In the cooler season, snow can cover the peaks and even the desert base can plunge below freezing. Wood to use for fires is scarce, the forest plants here are cacti. Food is questionable, assuming you could catch anything. And, the wildlife is hungry too - you might look pretty good to them.


 Why would anyone care? GOLD. The romance and allure of finding the Lost Dutchman Mine is just irresistable. Jacob Waltz left no clues and has been dead for over a 100 years, yet maps and forays into the Superstitions have continued for all that time.  Interested? 

Well, you're going to need a map. It just so happens that there are dozens of those. There are 62 documented maps on record, even though Mr. Waltz wasn't talking. How tough can this be? Lets take a look.




From an unspecified point which may be along a river, a road or just the bottom of the page, we travel toward some benchmark.  Did someone draw an "X" on the ground there? We know it is after the "deep cliffs", but that's sort of a relative term isn't it; everything is a deep cliff. Now, "facing W of SW third of 4 peaks over right shoulder". Hmmm. Somewhere, with 3 red hills in front of me as I am facing WSW, I'm to look over my right shoulder. I will be looking at the 3'rd of 4 peaks.....behind me? What does that accomplish? Maybe there is a hill shaped like an arrow pointing the way. Obviously, either the map is not to scale, or the kidney shaped pit is both miles and miles away from "X" and half the size of Lake Michigan. This just won't do.  Better try again.




This is a little better. Places have names, but I doubt there are street signs. If we find a place called Buzzards Roost while facing Coffee Mountain there will be a trail heading....up?  Did no one own a compass? Going up, we find "Reid's Water", further along the road forks and if we bear left we will come to "Reid's Silver Queen Mine".  Off to the right of Buzzards Roost are "old markers", but we would just have to know what they looked like, it isn't specified. Then, before the trail turns "up" again, a strange little symbol is off to the right and looks like a shovel. Dig here?  Now we sort of know where we are, but have no idea what to do with it. Lets get another map.






This one has Spanish references, so those will have to be identified.  Other than that, try this one out on a topo map and see where you end up.  It is not easy to find a starting point without some sort of scale.  Well, there are dozens of these maps.  Lets just get another.




Much, much better.  Trouble is, the "Phoenix Don's Club" has had this information for years and haven't had much luck.  I love the detailed description of the sun shining through the two notches of "Horse's Head" in the hills to land on "X" halfway up a mesa some unspecified distance away.  Not sure which mesa, there are lots of them.  Well, that's just crystal clear.

I'm way ahead of anybody looking for gold.  The Superstitions are just beyond Apache Junction, an easy drive from here.  I'll pack a picnic and take a moment to be in the desert air with those mountains as a backdrop and that luminous blue sky overhead.  Just LOOK at the picture.

If that isn't golden, nothing is.

(Blogger has improved it's posting pages.  Consequently, this post, which was written before that, has a few quirkly colors and fonts.  Your PC is fine, it's me, I'll get it right next time.)

Saturday, October 31, 2009



BOO !!

Saturday, October 24, 2009

A SCARY HALLOWEEN STORY.............



One dark and foggy night, a man hurries home through deserted streets, his feet squelching on wet leaves with every step. His breath rushes out in front of him in a white stream as he wraps his arms tightly around himself trying to conserve the warmth inside his long wool trench coat. There are night sounds. The dripping rainwater is now turning to ice. Frozen twigs snap as the wind whistles through tight places.

At the edge of his hearing, he is aware of a small bumping sound growing steadily louder. Almost, but not quite, like a door left open that is blowing back and forth, slamming against its frame.

Bump, bump.......bump, bump.........bump, bump.......

Its more like someone in heavy boots, and its getting closer and louder still. The man feels the hair on his neck rise and he begins to walk much faster, as he turns to look behind him to see what is causing that horrible clumping. The icy air catches in his throat as he sees through the fog, the image of an upright wooden casket, banging right down the middle of the street toward him!

BUMP, bump......BUMP, bump........BUMP, bump.............

Terrified, the man turns and runs toward his house. but the casket keeps pace with him. He thinks of the safety of his home and tries to put more distance between him and the grotesque thing following him when he suddenly hears a slamming noise. Over his shoulder his watches in horror as the casket lid bangs open and shut, revealing the grotesque thing inside.

BUMP, BANG!.......BUMP, BANG!..........BUMP, BANG!........




The man races to his front porch, fumbles the key in the lock, then wrenches open the door and leaps across the threshold, slamming and locking it behind him. He stands with his back against the heavy door, his chest heaving as his gasps for breath. The thing in the casket is on the porch! It crashes through the door, knocking the man forward. He takes the stairs three at a time, desperate for any sanctuary from the unspeakable monstrosity in the casket following him up the stairs.

BANG! CLANG! BANG! CLANG!






He locks himself in the bathroom and looks around desperately for something, anything, to use against the cadaverous thing slamming through the door and stretching out its hands for him. The smell of wet earth and rotted flesh is all around him when SCREAMS and SCREAMS and SCREAMS erupt from his throat. His thrashing hands grab the first thing he feels and he hurls the cough syrup at the specter facing him when.............


(........get ready.........)


The Coffin Stops.








HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!


(Although I would happily acknowledge the author of this idea, I do not know who that is; it has been making the rounds for years. The considerable verbal embellishments and use of stock photos are all mine.)



Monday, October 19, 2009

THAT STINKS AWARD


A lot of folks were seriously injured in Sedona recently. Three of them are dead.

James Arthur Ray was holding a "Spiritual Warrior" event which included a poorly managed sweat lodge exercise.

Mr. Ray seems to be able to manage himself rather well. Fees for the event reached $10,000.00 according to published accounts. His web site (click here) is a slick bit of self promotion. Scroll down to the "Continue Here" button on the bottom of his page to see a video of him explaining his philosophy, such as it is. The guiding principal seems to be "Harmonic Wealth....Attract the Life You Want".

According to Mr. Ray, he will ...."show you 6 Laws of the Universe that will help you rise above all external circumstances". Really? That seems to be information that the general population would have keyed in on by now. How does something that universally beneficial remain a mystery to all but Mr. Ray? And why is the news only available to those in an altered state?

Three things about all this make me very, very angry. The first is, obviously, the loss of life. The second is that it does a disservice to the residents of Sedona by picturing the area in a negative light. And the third is that by misusing the term "warrior" and holding an event in a "sweat lodge" Mr. Ray insults the native culture to whom these honorable terms and traditions rightly belong.

Sedona and its environs are hypnotically beautiful settings. It is a truly breathtaking piece of Arizona real estate in a state that has stunning vistas in abundance. The area has long attracted those interested in crystals and vortexes and New Age ideas. Although I would not choose to follow the proponents of these principals, its a choice I make for myself. Whatever paths others choose, to whatever enlightenment they seek, is entirely up to them. Yet I am fairly certain of one thing.

No one chose to die.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRAD!!



BRAD IS 39 YEARS OLD!!!!!

Lets all sing "Happy Birthday" to him...(click here)

XO XO XO Mom

Saturday, October 10, 2009

NAKED MEN HOLDING UP HEAVY THINGS


I'm not a prude, lets get that straight right up front. But, on my first trip to Las Vegas last week, I saw more "t and a" than Hugh Hefner on a busy day. Sure, sex is what the city is all about, that and money. But, when the ceiling starts dripping breasts, enough is enough. When I had to duck to avoid running into them, I knew I had to even the score.




Lest you think I exaggerate, here is the lady in
question. Pretty gal, probably more modest than
she is allowed to be here. Obviously, this is
Cleopatra and I'm sure Anthony appreciated her attributes, but I'm guessing it took more than a nice set to hold an empire together.

And, if she used feminine wiles to win her man and protect her throne...well, a gals got to do what a gals got to do.




The boys from the Big Apple look pretty good from afar, very afar. Trouble is, they are pretty much above it all.

Not much chance to get acquainted when you are keeping time for the city.

And whats with that hook on a staff thing anyway? Kinky stuff.





Aww........he looks kinda shy doesn't he? Not ready to show off yet.

Just hiding behind a tree, peering at the world. Not exactly an eye catcher, but maybe he will grow into it.

Of course, we don't have time to wait around for that. I'll check on him next year.









Oh....I know, I know! Don't tell me.

ATLAS! Didn't know they were twins. But three could be fun.

Wonder who holds up the world when they want to take a break? Looks like a really heavy job.

I'm not sure they could lighten up and just enjoy a drink. Maybe a show. Nah.







Wait a minute! Is this guy Atlas or an
impersonator? Vegas is full of those
people - what you see is what you
get, sort of.

He is not holding up the world, more like a big boulder. There is that curly hair. Maybe Sampson?

He looks pretty buff, but he is, you know, blue! Not sure I could get interested in a blue guy.

And, he looks busy.






Whoa!

This is a possibility. Look at those muscles. And that hair. Very nice.

Wait a minute. Whats that stuff on his thighs? Little pieces of ..........
pigeon poop!!!!

Well, yuck. This guy needs a shower.








Hmmmm.

Nice body, but not too muscled. The hair and beard could use some shaping.

He brought a blanket. That is very, very thoughtful.

But, the, a, credentials are a bit weak.

Nope, I want a refund.







Las Vegas is a lot to take in over just a few days. And a few days is all you can take at a time. It is an intense "in your face" city. There is no subtlety here. It is after your money. With my luck, casinos ought to have drive through windows so that I can just get it over with. Thats OK. I won't lose more than I consider the price of a nights entertainment. I have more to say about my trip, so stay tuned. I'm not crazy about the place.

But then, I'm not a gambler either.