Las Vegas, November 30, 2012 — Flying from freezy weather upon the Mt. Shasta, Arthur and Susan arrived in Las Vegas, only to be assaulted with balmy weather and hundreds of gargantuan advertisements.

Not content to buy full-page spreads in local newspapers or to saturate television images with photos of affluence, long automobiles, and scantily-clad breasts and body parts, large hotels such as the MGM Grand and others sport humongous advertisements on the multi-story facades. I suppose this means that Mr. and Mrs. Struthers from Iowa City are peeking out their hotel window through the huge left eye of Kris Angel, Illusionist Extroidinaire.

Maybe.

We’re hanging out with Susan’s daughter Kristina, plus two highschool granddaughters 18 and 15, and Mitch, who’s a regional sales manager for the Southwest for a really-slick heavy equipment manufacturer out of Europe. The granddaughters are fun, brilliant in photography and robotics, and of course the inevitable learning curve of boys, growth, and the info-dense nature of modern life, rock music, and the Vegas infotopia.

And toward the end of the day …

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