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Off the Bucket List




During my recent trip to Las Vegas, I had the opportunity to cross off a few items from my "bucket" list. Admittedly, some are tiny little things like eating a Deep-Fried Twinkie at "Mermaids" and finally having the chance to savor Cioppino at La Village in the Paris Hotel and Casino. I like mussels. No small wonder there as I love oysters, scallops, and most anything from the ocean I've eaten.

More significantly I got to take a ride in a helicopter. It was a short ride (about 5 minutes) a gloriously smooth and fascinating lift over Lake Mead to float purposefully over the Hoover Dam. I got the front seat and despite my recently-acquired fear of heights (usually manifesting in high windy places out of doors) I did not flinch. I'm certain my eyes were wide with wonder and I felt an unusual calm and joy at the new sensation.

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