After a Yuletide hiatus occasioned by the need to relocate S&G‘s offsite base of operations (meaning that I can now boast of a bedroom window with a view of the Tropicana), I’m back and scrambling to catch up. My new home office has bars on the window and I’m writing this as I listen to Johnny Cash at San Quentin. Hmmmm …
(Let’s hope Cirque du Soleil never gets its clown mitts on the Johnny Cash catalog. Imagine the musical emasculation that would result.)
Moving the accumulation of 11 years in Las Vegas (including a pile of books by Vegas-centric authors Lee Barnes and David Kranes) has been no small enterprise. Anyway, I’d better make a go of this journalism thing because, after spending yesterday wiping baseboards and mirrors I realize that I’d be a complete failure as a janitor.
But while the Significant Other and I were schlepping boxes in and out of storage, the governor of Nevada had nothing better to do than this. Oy vey!
Best of luck in the new digs, David. I’m sure this is a big step for you.
New year, new place, hope it’s a great move for you, but I have to say JC in San Quentin, I prefer the Folsom Prison album. Then again, it’s one of the few 8 tracks my father played that we tolerated as a family, nothing like 8 year olds singing, I shot a man just to watch him die on family trips. Happy New Year.