The line from the song "Ho, Ho, Ho who wouldn't know" has an entirely different meaning in Las Vegas, but I have to brag that my activities there are at the origin of our resentment. A 4 day trip would have been perfectly acceptable for any priest alter boy. Of course, the fact that my wife was there may have had a little to do with it. What follows are several revelations resulting from our trip. At 106 degrees, it's not quite hell but it's close enough that you can feel the heat. explosion when the doors are opened to fan the furnace of sinners. Not only can you fry eggs on the sidewalk in minutes, but also grill chicken at the same time. Heat also causes drought. It's so dry that even a good spittle hawk would have trouble reaching the ground before evaporating. No one chews snoose because it can't evoke enough spit to soften the chew. Most people carry a bottle of water with them and there are places along the strip where one can enjoy a refreshing dowsing with water spray. A bank roll doesn't last long there since everyone sticks out their hand for a tip. This really reduced the amount in the bank that I had accumulated for gambling. It's amazing how quickly that $10.00 went. You learn to tip anyone within reach. The night we went to see the Platters, I forgot and slipped a high five to the front man when they came into the audience to shake hands. We feel a bit like a money tree whose leaves we are tearing off. on the Strip if you're not an Olympic-class walker, because any casino you choose to walk to is at least 3 blisters and a carbuncle or two away. You look at a casino that appears to be next door and discover that it is half a mile away. The casinos are HUGE! The MGM Grand, middle of paper...hundreds of gallons of water that scientists have proven to evaporate over large areas. Perhaps the recovery occurs when it is atomized by the water jets in an 8% humidity atmosphere? On our last night there, we entered the realm of the Big Leaguers for a short time and treated ourselves to an exorbitant meal at a place called the Stratosphere. Here you are sitting in a restaurant over 800 feet in the air. The restaurant rotates 360 degrees in an hour, allowing you to gaze at both the glitz and grime of Las Vegas. You're served by ear-ringed waiters in weskits who don't care about your every whim, but expect nothing less than a 40% tip. When we left, it was with smiles on our faces and next month's house payment on the table. So overall, how would I rate our trip? It was absolutely fabulous! Would I go back? -without a doubt- but maybe not with my wife!