Doing fine except for one feeling

We left Montana the last day of February driving south in search of sun and surf. We returned two weeks later to a world much different than the one we’d left.

I hadn’t seen a palm tree in a couple of years, and had never been to the San Diego Zoo. Barb told me I was due.

On the way down we stayed in Las Vegas, at a hotel now closed, walked the strip, and ate at a breakfast buffet. We avoided the crowds at Hoover Dam, however, after a security officer saw our Montana license plates, took one look at me, and pulled us out of the line of traffic. A cadre of uniformed officers wearing rubb...