from the mixed-up files of a middle-aged mind

Greetings from Arizona! Where adventure begins . . . and never ends! Adventure I So much for the Bellagio! After a fabulous clinic at UNLV it became apparent that perhaps taking 60 teenagers to The Strip on a Friday night during the NBA All-Star weekend was not such a great idea. Of course some of us had come to that conclusion long before others, but eventually a consensus was reached and plans were changed to Plan B, which involved getting away from the melee as quickly as possible . Only somehow long after the switch to plan B, the driving directions for Plan A remained stuck in the driver of my vehicle’s head and we managed to spend 2 1/2 hours driving bumper to bumper from UNLV to the nearest freeway exit, which happened to be on the other side of The Strip anyway. We saw just about everything except for the fountains. And George and Brad and company. Lessons I Sometimes the harder you try to avoid something the faster it sucks you in. And never make weekend vacation plans for an...

At the unearthly hour of 4:20 a.m. I'm getting out of Dodge and heading out to see. . . . . . a big hole in the ground. But I might even get to see this on the way. I'd like to tell you I'm actually spending the night here. But I'd be lying. Instead I'll be riding herd over a bunch of high school band students at the likes of this. Fun stuff! Don't forget to to vote for your favorite Valentine's Day storyteller before midnight on Tuesday! Have a great weekend!