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EARTH ANGELS & MAGIC MOMENTS
September 2011.
It was bucketing down as the shiny black Escalade
eased out of terminal three at McCarran Airport. The
driver leaned back in my direction.
“Straight to the hotel Mr. Boothman?”
"The Venetian. Yes." I finished texting my client to
let her know I’d arrived in Las Vegas and was on the
way to the convention venue.
The driver was an enthusiastic soul with a
symmetrical smile and fierce-looking bright blue eyes.
Couldn’t have been more than 20, maybe 22 or 23, an
immaculate soul who radiated enthusiasm and good
health. Southern accent. Fit, smart, good posture. Been
waiting for me at the baggage check holding up a
tablet with my name on it.
I was tired. I leaned my head against the soft
leather and watched passengers snatch their luggage
and dive into the terminal out of the rain.
"We had flash flooding around the valley over the
weekend," my driver said politely after a few minutes.
It was a little after five on a muggy September
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