Going Home

(Las Vegas) 56 Hope Road is in my ears as my plane starts to board. Appropriate, for sure, as I leave this city with a shred of sanity, three days without a meal, and about 48 hours without sleep.

Hope is what I’m taking home with me.

If I don’t answer the phone or an e-mail for a while, don’t worry.

I’m just busy re-building my life.