stays on Facebook, according to a t-shirt I saw on my recent trip.
Vegas does seem to cast some kind of spell over a person–I ended up getting my ears re-pierced, and I actually considered a tattoo. (A small one.) Whatever my beliefs about courage may be, however–I mainly agree with John Wayne that being brave means being scared to death and saddling up anyway–I am a coward in the face of so many needles. A friend got a tattoo once, after a divorce–a small phoenix rising from the ashes, and one of my favorite podcasters, Alison Lee… Read More »