Tank up the car if you didn't have the sense to do it when you arrived. If you can find it (it's probably already too late), buy several gallons of water and some granola bars and get out. Don't stop to chat, don't flash your money, just get out.

Las Vegas is a sewer of humanity, with probably half of its two million population being criminal in one respect or another. The number of thieves, hustlers and lowlifes that live there is phenomenal, plus the ones just visiting which are part of the average 350,000 visitors on any given day (not counting the heat of summer).

This city is far more crime-ridden than the media likes to say. They don't want to scare off all the business. If you want some real entertainment, take your police scanner with you, and program it to the local channels, of which there are quite a few.

Vegas is also extraordinarily dependent on piped-in water. If that source happens to be cut off, it's going to get really ugly, really fast. The closest small cities of any size are Barstow, CA and St. George, UT, about 125 miles awat. Neither of them would be able to handle the influx of the number of rats leaving that sinking ship.

And for anyone who wants to point out that LV has the most churches per capita (which may no longer hold true), it's because the gamblers want Divine Assistance at the tables and slots.

Sue, who's glad she's out of that toilet