Between Los Angeles in the far west and Kansas City in the center of the country, there’s one of the oddest cities I’ve ever visited: Las Vegas. I’ve never been one to long for the bright lights of Vegas or even for wildly crazy nights. Perhaps because my life, itself, has been wildly crazy enough without adding clanging slot machines. Las Vegas is the most between place I’ve ever seen and the Eiffel Tower reproduction, between the wings of a hotel, even more betweener – between reality and fantasy, between hotel wings, between two cultures, between one side of a desert and another.
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