[Plot: Holiday]
"Oh no! It was a classic, mother BB-gun block. "You'll shoot your eye out!" That deadly phrase honored many times by hundreds of mothers was not surmountable by any means known to kid-dom, but such was my mania, my desire for a Red Ryder carbine, that I immediately began to rebuild the dike."
[Friday evening, in the stillness of night, all residents of Las Vegas with journals in their possession are drawn to the hotel lobby, compelled there by foot, by taxi, by car, by motorcycle or by Door. Once they are gathered, they are transported into childhood scenes, able to relive them again. It is the hotel's holiday gift, one that has no hidden meaning, no parable and no agenda.]
[Friday evening, in the stillness of night, all residents of Las Vegas with journals in their possession are drawn to the hotel lobby, compelled there by foot, by taxi, by car, by motorcycle or by Door. Once they are gathered, they are transported into childhood scenes, able to relive them again. It is the hotel's holiday gift, one that has no hidden meaning, no parable and no agenda.]