I suppose I should feel sorry for the poor, lithe beautiful kids who perform the aerial ballet at Cirque Du Soleil’s “Love.” Billed as a tribute to the music of the Beatles at the Mirage in Las Vegas, someone is using these performers as flesh props in a kind of black mass. It felt so profoundly evil, I stormed out, asking the (more…)
Confessions of a Worldly Kid, Grown Up
Mary and I took a two-day break in Las Vegas last week.
As a child, my father’s epic family vacations across the West — water-ski trips, trout fishing in the Logan River, choppy boat rides under the looming Grand Tetons — those were all second fiddle choices for me. I would have taken poolside in Las Vegas, (more…)