Leaving Las Vegas
The bleary-eyed young couple practically climbed over us to get into the elevator. I guess they didn’t notice that we were trying to haul 200 pounds of luggage through the door.
“What was their hurry?” asked Kris.
I could think of at least two possibilities, but kept one of them to myself. “I’m sure they’ve been up all night and need some sleep.”
We exited the elevator lobby and entered the cavernous space that lies between any two points in the MGM Grand Hotel in Las Vegas. The atmosphere in the casino was markedly different than it had been just a few hours…

