Wednesday, October 30, 2002

We made the news!!!

Apparantly there has been voter fraud in my home town of Kenosha! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-haa!! At the Dayton no less. The Dayton is a facility where they keep incredibly crazy war veterans in the downtown(excuse me... uptown) area of the city. This area is devoid of business or activity for the most part and it is because of the insane people that berate you as you walk there. The fact that national news is being made there is very surreal to me. Only in Kenosha.

Tuesday, October 29, 2002

My Odyssey Through Sin and Salvation – Part 1: The arrival.



My grandmother’s birthday was last Saturday and my father invited me to fly out to Nephi, Utah for the party. Nephi is a vast metropolis of 3-5 thousand down in the very center of Utah. It is considered a large city in comparison to the surrounding options. Woo-hoo! My father tells me that instead of flying out to Salt Lake City and driving down, it was much cheaper to fly out to Las Vegas and drive in from the south. Great! I’d never been to Vegas so I jumped at this opportunity. It turned out I would get more than I had bargained for.



We flew with ATA on a Boeing 737. This is not a large plane and I’m 6’4” so I wasn’t looking forward to this at all. Luckily for me, the man sitting in front of me was in love and he really wanted to sit in my lap. Being that there wasn't room, he did the next best thing and leaned all the way back until his bald spot was staring me in the eye. I spent the bulk of the trip reading his newspaper and trying to figure out a way to stow my legs in the overhead compartment. Four blissful hours later we were in Las Vegas. I nearly kissed the ground. Now, I’ve read and watched a great deal of material on Las Vegas and I felt I was basically prepared for what I would find there, but it still had some surprises in store for me.



The first sound I hear when stepping from the airplane is the sound of money raining down from a slot machine. I would come to find this sound would be ever present for the duration of my visit. Gambling in the AIRPORT?!?! I took that in as best I could and moved on. We gathered our belongings and stepped out into the warm (by Wisconsin standards... it was 60 degrees) desert air. It was around midnight and the strip was clearly visible from the airport. It seemed as though it would be visible from anywhere in the city. Vegas was turning out to be everything I hoped and feared it would be. I had no idea to what extent. Next: The Strip