Every few years Cameron and I talk about leaving Las Vegas. Las Vegas is an abominably hot and dusty, windblown bit of unpleasant desert popped down in one of the most inhospitable locations within in the borders of the United States. Traffic is terrible, the housing market has collapsed, Lake Mead is rapidly evaporating, the local economy is a monolithic weak link, and the school district is overpopulated and underfunded.
Despite all that, we have many friends, family and roots in this city. That is a tough thing to abandon. I’ve been here for 17 years, longer than I’ve ever lived anywhere else. Cameron has for all intents and purposes lived her entire life here. Time makes friends of many unpleasant things.
The writing is on the wall though. As bad as Vegas has always seemed to me, it’s getting worse. The economy shows every sign of collapsing on itself with the weight of a regretful mountain, and it’s taking schools and social services right down the rabbit hole. It’s not really a place I want to raise my son.
Since Cameron completed her Phd. it seemed like an opportunity to cast our net, and look for new digs. She’s been submitting her resume to a number of universities looking for a research or teaching faculty position. We’ve been aiming for the pacific northwest.
While Cameron was attending to her interviewing, Logan and I got to do a lot of exciting things.
Like visit the Bronx Zoo.
And the Discovery Museum.
After an hour of standing in line and only making it a third of the way to the end, I decided we’d spent enough time in the cold, and we crossed the street to the National Museum of the American Indian.
After we warmed up in the teepee, we walked up the street to see the construction progress at Ground Zero.
All that activity can be hard on a little fella though. On the way back to the hotel, he nodded off. It was a tough couple of days for all of us.