They say "What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas" but I think I'll share what happened today, anyway, because it's just so interesting. I met two bloggers, a husband and wife team -- Ken and Beth -- who have been reading my blog. I, in turn, have been reading theirs, as well, and have come to look forward to their updates from the home they call Nutwood Junction in Indiana. Through our blogs, we found out that we were going to be in Las Vegas at the same time, so we agreed to meet in person. I must say, they're both as nice -- and interesting -- in person as they are in Cyberspace. For my part, I felt a responsibility to deliver a message from the gang at 7th and Montana: "We're not all as crazy as you might think." Don't ask me why, but some people think I've given the world the impression that Our Favorite Starbucks is filled with Lunatics. Anyhow, our get-together was a Big Success except for one Little Glitch. Beth asked me to explain why I call the monstrosity at 7th and San Vicente "Casa del Bozo." "Well," I said, "It's such an eyesore with all its twists and turns and rusting metal that I can't imagine anyone but a clown living there." Little did I realize, Ken -- in a "previous life" -- was a Professional Clown. What can I say, except that "I'm sorry" and I was just clowning around ...!
UPDATE: Here's a link to Beth's version of the encounter: Nutwood Junction: Meet and Greet.