A faithful account of a businessman's simple three-hour bus trip from a mountainside above the city to the far shimmering towers of Las Vegas. He had not been able to call a taxi; the bus seemed a good idea.
This story is true-every incident being described as faithfully as one could render it. Detailed notes were made later on the evening of the journey (1) after relating the details to a group of friends shortly after I arrived at the Paris and (2) after re-telling the whole story to an expanded group of associates over dinner at the Bellagio that same day.
©2008 Ryan K Englund (P)2013 Ryan K Englund