Human nature is a truly scary thing.  Sometimes people do things you never really thought them capable.  
Part of what I really detest about Las Vegas (and why I plan on moving to northern Nevada real soon now) is the total con-man nature of this town.  Everyone's got damage, and the ones that aren't evil, mean, and nasty to you are patting you on the back with one hand while trying to find the spot for the knife with the other.
I had an experience this week with someone who seemed alright but seemed to have issues.  They always struck me as being forthright and honorable.
They just lost their job.  For stealing.  On camera, yet.  

I guess I shouldn't be too terribly surprised, though.  My life has been full of disreputable people and people who weren't even honest to themselves.  My first wife left me for another woman.  My last relationship prior to my current marriage was little more than a platform for her to find her latest mark.  She started fishing on line for an overseas husband she could pull an immigration scam with and make some money. In the process I got stuck for several hundred in long distance bills.  Well, the money's gone and she hung the poor guy out to dry.  He's been spinning in the wind for some time.  You can read that whole debacle on our website at wyattcox.net.  
Even with my wife, who came to rely too much on her best friend that totally screwed us out of several hundred dollars and ran up huge phone bills.  She even stole the money for Bubba's crib.

That's why I was so happy that we spent a good two days in Ely.  
It renewed my faith in people.    Everyone there was so nice and treated us like family.  Not a single grumpy person bothered us.  The people who cleaned our hotel room were kind, the lifeguards at the old swimmin' hole were tremendous, and even the big-wigs were a pleasant surprise!
The weather was amazing.  Twenty degrees cooler than Las Vegas in the daytime and forty degrees cooler at night.  And we could breathe!  Since coming back we've all been wheezing and coughing.  Two days of clean air sure get your body used to expecting it.  
So now we're back in the hot nasty weather with the hard to breathe air and the people looking to rip us off.
We're packing now.  Come visit us if you want to really live.

The death of George Carlin was expected, but it took a lot of us by surprise.
I knew he wasn't doing well, but to go so fast was scary.  Carlin had a reputation of being absolutely filthy on stage but before he became known for those "seven words", Carlin won acclaim for the spaced out "Al Sleet, the Hippy-Dippy weatherman". It was so wacky that one of the local weathermen back in Kansas lip-synced the routine on local television!  
In his memory on Tuesday, I played the ultimate Top-40 Radio tribute, "Wonderful WINO".  His parting shots reflect much of what Radio is about today.
"We've got the old tunes, the new tunes, the show tunes, the blue tunes, the greatest music in town. But we never play it!"