I own a one man auto/truck repair shop in Oakland, CA.I write adventure fiction with a political slant, and unconventional poetry. Using my day-job to keep me going, I continue my assault on the publishing world with each action packed day. Any questions or comments you'd rather not make public, please use the address below. Sock Puppets welcome. :)
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Monday, March 9, 2009
Last Note on Vegas
We had a drink at The Venetian and saw this show out by their waterfall. Very nice.
We rubes are home from Las Vegas now. I know everyone was waiting with baited breath for that announcement. :) I came out a little ahead and my wife a little behind on the gambling front. The journey home was uneventful. Our kids came to Las Vegas from Sacramento with us on their own dime so we all had a good time. One funny part I neglected to mention happens whenever my wife goes through security at the airport. She has one knee replaced and must be wanded every time through Checkpoint Charlie because the metal detector alarm goes off when my wife approaches. The Israelis wouldn’t give my wife a second look if we ever flew there, but we must be politically correct here and pretend middle-aged grandmas are a potential threat to air travel. Anyway, my son and daughter were in a different section of the airport at the same time for their flight to Sacramento. My son called while we were going through Checkpoint Charlie. He wanted to let my wife know they had made it to the airport on time. I had to tell him the security people were still wanding ‘Carlita the Jackal’. :)