My honey and I flew off to Sin City to tie the connubial knot last week. Maybe I have had too much sun (a six-hour golf lesson in the desert will do it), but I have enjoyed being overwhelmed with casinos, contracts and individuals. The whole thing has been a learning experience, even a life lesson. There have been hostile cab drivers, inhospitable hospitality managers and pushy timeshare sales reps. But there have also been genuinely joyful strangers handing out $20 bills after hitting a jackpot, gushing couples walking down the Strip in myriad—but awesomely Vegas—wedding attire, and a host of our close family members living it up with the glee of children.
