Tim went on his first spin down the strip, his eyes the size of dinner plates in the bright lights at night. Speeding down the highway, sunroof and windows open, dry heat filling the car (well, heat compared to where we have been), our eyes peeled for the cell phone towers made to look like palm trees. Worked with Give me A Break, Inc. to clean up a veteran’s cemetery in Boulder City, outside Vegas. Connected with the past, working aisle – by – aisle, collecting pine cones, raking leaves and pine needles. On hands and knees, we cleaned the plaques inlaid in the grass, memorizing names, dates of birth and death, as we washed the metal faces and cleared away debris. Gave our thanks and appreciation, and enjoyed the desert sun. Saw the sunburns later.
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