“So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark — that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.”
A hearty congrats and best wishes to high-school friend Steve and his lovely new bride Alicia as they begin their journey down the road of marital bliss. I was privileged to attend their nuptials this past weekend in the Ken-tuck-ee province, city of Louisville — “home of the Kentucky Derby and Hunter S. Thompson,” according to my US Air pilot — and it was grand fun. (Our revelry, also a mini-high school reunion of sorts, was probably more in keeping with the spirit of the late Good Doctor…the phrase “alcohol-soaked” comes to mind. That being said, I did manage while there to visit world-famous Churchill Downs long enough to lose ten bucks on what I thought was an aptly-named horse…sigh, you let me down, obiwankenobi, even if the city of Louisville did not.)