Are we there yet?

Well, mentally and physically, perhaps we are where we wanted to end up--Kentucky, but my alter ego appears to have disappeared and my brain is only partly up and running. It could be the 2,400 miles I just drove to get to Louisville, or the monotony of the desert coming through parts of California, Arizona and New Mexico. I've seen enough scrub, sand and rocks to last a lifetime. I also got a speeding ticket in Texas--Thank You Lone Star State! Way to go! Cops are worried about speeders in a state that allows people to pack pistols without permits and shoot someone without blinking an eye if there is suspicion of infidelity. Hmmmmmm. What's wrong with this picture? My sister was my partner in crime during our trip. We weren't exactly Thelma and Louise and we didn't find any Brad Pitts--just a few rough looking guys without teeth or recent bathing--but it was fun despite the deserts, long drives during the day, spending mucho dinero on gasoline, and staying in a couple of very bad hotels along the way--one of them has taken the award for dirtiest, most raggedy and tackiest hotel in America!

We stopped in Vegas for two days to see a couple of shows--which were great--but the sleaze factor in that town is over the top and down the hill. Wow! That's all I can say about the lifestyle of the crowd there. Maybe it's the desert air. Maybe it's all those rocks and the heat of summer. And then again, maybe it's just a town that attracts the cave dwellers (apologies to the GEICO guys) and those who live under rocks.... Whatever it is, I'm glad I made my pilgrimmage there and I don't have to return. Seeing an Elvis impersonator that was better than the original was a highlight of the stay there. Viva Elvegas!!