After spending a few days in the glory that is the glitz and
“glamour” of Las Vegas, these observations:
Bugsy Siegel, the mobster who built the Flamingo Hotel, died in 1947. Well, not! He's alive and well. Here's proof:
The drive back was longer than usual. It took more than an hour to get through
Boulder City (I think it’s a ploy to get people to stop and do business with
the locals). Then on the new highway
from Hoover Dam’s bridge to Kingman…this…another hour delay. A Photo essay.
I don’t know the fate of the driver. I do know that along the way, I saw another 18-wheeler
crunched up along I-40, and approaching Flagstaff a pickup towing a
recreational boat scrunched up along the embankment.
It’s good to get home.
2 comments:
Loaded with winnings I would guess?
good to get home alive!
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