While I walked out of VSJ without joining the club, that was by the thinnest of margins and utilizing a willpower I didn’t know I had.
What I mean by “easy” is I can say more stuff than I can write. At least I can say more stuff that people may actually listen to than they will read. In theory, that is.
July, in my opinion, is the convection oven of the Las Vegas year. It’s not Chamber-of-Commerce-poster-child time here in Sin City.