Well, I've been visiting my wife's family in Vegas for the past 24 hours, and I haven't seen the strip at all. I'm not complaining, I'm fine with that. I don't see what the big deal is anyway, unless throwing money away, one quarter at a time, is fun. And it ain't.
I've been reading an advanced review copy of Becoming Billie Holiday (WordSong) by Carole Boston Weatherford, illustrated by Floyd Cooper. Almost read it cover to cover. It's a story written in verse. I'm inspired again. When I first started writing, my friend Cynthia Smith suggested I tell my story -- of being a teenaged father -- in verse. I started but never got very far. So while I'm here, I plan to resume that effort. That is, unless we end up on the strip.
On another note: I'm blogging from my father-in-law's computer. He uses a PC. I use a Mac. I'm shocked at how ugly my blog and artwork looks when viewed from a PC. When I get home, I'll have to make some kind of adjustment. Though I don't know what.