Sin City does live up to it's name. We spent a night on the stip and decided it isn't for us. So much porn peddling and public drunkenness. This one guy on his birthday was being carried through the strip unconscious. That will be the worst day after birthday ever. We spent most of the time eating and seeing the things we have always wanted to see.
We went on a day trip to the Grand Canyon and the Hoover Dam. On the way we ate at Rosie's, a roadside cowpoke diner that sold Indian artifacts and served grey steak.
I needed to go. Getting out of Michigan for a while was very necessary, and in doing so I was reminded how important to me those around me are. Andy, my brother, who put us up and taxied us around. He will never know how much he means to me. My wife, who had real fun for the first time in a while. My kids who I can't wait to see. My family and friends at home that have been buried in the trenches with me, especially for the last three months.
God is good. Beauty is on the horizon. More stories to come.,
Sing.
Migrate.
-- Sent from my Palm Prē
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