notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Leaving Las Vegas

McCarran County Airport. Boarding begins in 8 minutes. Free WiFi makes it seem irresponsible not to blog, but we realize that there is very little to say now. The eggs and sausage here are terrible and Jeff just paid $2.79 for a bottle of water. Anxiety about the cost of getting my car out of the Dulles economy lot is starting to set in. It seems the fear and loathing never stops in this place. On the other hand, though we're leaving this city poorer than when we came, we're far richer in spirit, or some such cliche. Plus, we will always know that a cabby named Richard in Las Vegas will give us a free ride to a strip club, where we can get a square meal and a lap dance any time we need it.