I write to you, dear reader, from Fremont Street in Las Vegas, Nevada. Here at my hotel – the Golden Gate Hotel and Casino – I wait out the extreme midday heat, letting my somewhat brackish lunch digest. The room is decent; the bathroom is functional. Smoking is allowed so

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As a young man, I had my numbers read. The fortuneteller predicted that I would be a great success at my first line of work and then go on to a different calling at which I would become equally successful. I’m sure you can guess at how accurate those predictions

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