Some might make a pilgrimage to the Wall in Israel, to Bethlehem or Mecca. But in my case, in order to pay homage to my mother, I had to go to Las Vegas. The city itself was not the real destination. The woman in the photo is the main reason I went to the Riviera Hotel in Las Vegas. That’s “my Stacy” as Mom would refer to her. Stacy is the heart of the Riviera and also had my mother’s heart. I had the pleasure of being with her and mom on many occasions in Las Vegas. As you might know, Frimit was a bit high maintenance. Well, Stacy was the one person who took care of mom in such a way that won her heart forever. It all started with a request for sugar-free cheesecake. So on my journey, I had to personally hold this precious woman after telling her the news that mom was gone. We both reminisced and cried for two hours. Yes… I cried and it was good.
Other than this wonderful experience, Las Vegas was fun. Debrah and I saw two shows. The first one was the water extravaganza from Cirque d’Soleil called “O”. We were both entertained. However, the show “Jersey Boys” was our favorite. It was so wonderful and we both gave it a six on a scale of one to five. I would definitely see that one again.
Vegas entrance and exit were quite special. We got to drive over the Hoover Dam on our way in. I drove alone to California a few days later. The horses you see were at the gas station as I left Nevada. I loved this drive to California. It was gorgeous desert landscape with sculpted hills and mirages of sand that turned into steep mountainous climbs (ears were a popping). Death Valley recorded a 111 degrees on my car thermometer. Kinda cool for that area.
More from L.A. later.