The Stardust is no more.
Over 48 years ago, it was the world's largest hotel. Soon it will be a pile of dust and debris, with Wayne Newton's hairpiece probably buried somewhere in the middle.
It is sort of romantic to think it was once run by the mob... of course, what Vegas casino wasn't.
Still. Imagine the quiet inside right now. For the first time in 48 years, the place is closed. The hallways are empty. The roulette wheels that haven't stopped once... stand still.
Goodbye old friend.
The salad at dinner tonight was made with fresh lettuce, greens, carrots and croutons.
And it was only AFTER finishing it, that I noticed the expiration date on the dressing I was using:
And yet, I was more likely to lose my life by eating the fresh lettuce, than by eating the year-and-a-half expired salad dressing.
Would that be ironic, or simply implausible? Not real sure. But I'm sure tired of having poop in my salad greens.
Steve Mays makes a great point about worry in this article.
I find myself anticipating things to worry about. I'm actually worried about things I might worry about IN THE FUTURE. I never used to be that way... which worries me.