Picture this, if you can: It's 6:00 AM on Thanksgiving morning. A solitary man walks into an empty casino to a convenient Starbucks to get his morning coffee. There is no one around save for the lady who pours his first morning cup. She wishes him a Happy Thanksgiving. He has quite forgotten that this is a holiday, although its the first Thanksgiving he has been alone in a long time. He is in a strange town, in a casino after a bad night's rest in a less-than-perfect hotel room.
As he is putting cream in his coffee, the background music begins to play Nat King Cole singing "Chestnuts roasting on an open fire..."
For ten seconds, he is as alone as any human being can be on this planet.
Relax and don't feel sorry for me. I am happy to be on this journey. But, for a few seconds, I was so alone. The mood is passed and I am fine. I just wanted to put the feeling in writing.
Looking forward to my drive today to Las Vegas. Eric, Jill, and I will celebrate Thanksgiving on Tuesday in Yuma. I wouldn't have it any other way.
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