The Markives

 I have a few things to say that will wait for another post, but I wanted to get this locked in tonight: I'm pretty sure that Tre Donaldson rocked the Pride Stance (and rightly so) after his game-winning end-to-end layup. I was in a sports book in downtown Las Vegas watching the game, with the usual cheers and groans from people who had money on the game.  (I was not one of those people.) M-->

"And he called for a cab, and he said "JFK"--Trans-Siberian Orchestra, Old City Bar. All right, I didn't travel to (or from, for that matter) Kennedy Airport by cab this week.  There's something about JFK that doesn't apply to LaGuardia or Newark airports--to wit: it's easier to get from there to midtown Manhattan on public transportation. One relatively simple transfer between trains, and we were good to go.  Moreover, the signage directing one among transit options was impressive. When I was a kid, I had a voice-controlled Kennedy Airport playset , and so I've been aware of that airport for rather a long time.  This week was the first time in fifty-some-odd years since then that I've crossed their doorstep (I've previously flown into and out of both LaGuardia and Newark), so some sort of odd circle has been closed. And I'm not sure I knew it was even open. M--> *--In the interests of full disclosure: Technically, this was written on ...

So I've been in Las Vegas for a week, and the last 5 days have basically been "Hotel.  Library.  Food.  Hotel."  Repeat as needed. Which is, of course, SOP for tourists arriving in LV--once the plane touches down, it's "Woo hoo!  Vegas!  Let's hit the library!". Maybe not.  Of course, I arrived by car on this trip, so some standards may not apply. I understand that there are other things that people enjoy doing in this town, and since the archive where I'm doing most of my research is closed on weekends, I'm going to seek some of those out today. M-->