I've just arrived at Lake Las Vegas -- a resort area "sculpted from the rugged desert terrain of Southern Nevada" -- where I'll be in meetings for the rest of the week. Not surprisingly, there's something "fake" about Lake Las Vegas. First of all, it's not in Las Vegas. It's 17-miles away, which in Nevada can mean the difference between being in the thick of things or the middle of nowhere. Secondly, it's not really a lake (it's a "man-made body of water."). Oh, well ... Maybe if I'm lucky I'll run into our notorious "One-Eyed Bandit." Better him than a One-Armed Bandit, I always say ...!