Almost caught back up to real life, have a little time to sneak in a few glimpses of Las Vegas. All of which were shot on the one night I got out of the convention hotel.
A trio of us younguns (really, two at about 40, one at 22 and we WERE the young ones) headed down to the strip to walk around, look at lights and be thankful we weren’t gamblers.
(We kept joking that there was a rally trap in this somewhere. Rally humor really isn’t very funny, but that doesn’t stop us.)