How Ya Gonna Keep ‘em Down on the Farm After They’ve Seen

LAS VEGAS

I don’t remember when it was that I stopped trying to make sense of Las Vegas... It was a long time ago.  It was a time before Frank Sinatra became a street and the canals of Venice were still in Italy. Harrah’s was exactly where it is today, just down the strip (perfect verb/noun with all the implications of adjective and even perhaps adverb… maybe even all eight parts of speech demonstrated in one word) from Paris and Hard Rock Cafe, etc.)… perched there on Las Vegas Boulevard it looked like a little bit of Reno that had slid south.  Our Russian friends have seen Disneyland and now Las Vegas.  I guess that just about fills in the blanks.  

This is the first time in a very long time (and without even crossing the International Date Line) that I’ve scrunched a couple of days’ blog photos into one post.

Huddled Masses longing... to cross the strip in Vegas

High Roller... Higher than The Eye in London