We were leaving California on Highway 15 heading toward the Nevada line. Those who have driven to Las Vegas are familiar with the route. As you approach the top of the hill you can see Primm, NV, far off in the distance on the other side of the state line. Primm is the first place you may begin legal gambling. As we started to descend the hill with our eye on escaping California, we saw a vehicle pulled over by the CHP. Then another and then another. A total of six CHP vehicles, positioned on the side of the road with radar guns to capture motorists in the last moments before leaving the state. Quite the essence of why someone might never want to return.
We were headed to a rendezvous with some refugees from the Republic of California. They had moved just a year ago to a neighborhood in Henderson, NV, where they acquired a house with a pool in a neighborhood where kids played on the street without fear of kids being kidnapped. When we entered the house we found people not quivering with fear of being on the verge of death. I got my first hugs in more than two months from someone other than the Beautiful Wife. We went to have lunch where we had table service. Yes, the… Read More