Helaine and I took a trip through Las Vegas yesterday. I can’t give you all the details, because there’s a small gift for Steffie involved and it’s still mostly a surprise.
In order to get it to Stef, we needed to find a Post Office. It’s not on The Strip, though it is the Strip Branch. The closest Post Office is on a seedy little road called “Industrial.”
Going there reminded me of the one Las Vegas truth that’s usually swept under the rug – Las Vegas is built on vice. Sex on The Strip is mainly sanitized and under control (though I’ll try and get a shot of the one incongruity that’s most obvious later today or tomorrow). Drive a few blocks and you’re in the Wild West.
Oh… in addition to sex, Vegas is built on Elvis. I don’t want to forget that!