August 13th, 2000
Greetings from scenic Las Vegas!
Oh Sin city has me in its grasp . . .. Jason introduced me to a den of
iniquity called the "poker room" and I find myself drawn deeper and deeper
into its depths.
Texas hold 'em . . . . .7 card stud . . .pai goi . . . . .the game names
dance around my head accompanied by dollar signs that giggle and stay just
outside my reach. I ante up and conceal my cards from the fellow next to
me. 1 pair . . .2 pair . . .3 of a kind . . ..
Whoa nelly but I'm in deep . . . . .
I did manage to extricate myself from poker long enough to travel on over to
Rachel Nevada. It's about 200 miles from Vegas and just happens to be the
closest spot in the road to Area 51 and all the governmental conspiracies
that abound in that region. I met with Don who runs the Area 51 Research
Center out of a mobile home and had an oh so lovely time (tea and crumpets
anyone?) Really though, Don was cool and he clued me into a lot of the
local scene and what it means to live next to a Military Base that
officially doesn't exist.
One of the silliest things on the excursion to Rachel was the fact that the
Nevada state legislature renamed the road the "extraterrestrial highway"
(they even have a brochure for it and everything) As we went toward this
Mecca of madness we kept passing this rented caddy full of German tourists
who seemed hell bent on reaching UFO central before us. I'm glad to state
that Jason's driving proved victorious. In the immortal words of Lee
Greenwood "God Bless the USA"
Enough about me. . for those of you wondering if Sherlock Bones made it from
Seattle back in one piece I'm happy to give ya this picture. He's a
skateboarding fool ya know. .
I'd love to stay on the computer and type longer but Jason has promised to
show me the delights of the craps table . . .
Oh yeah and did I mention I met the devil in the desert?
Derek "radar love" Barnes