Richard Harris

“Be sure to see Old Town. If you never heard of Virginia City, Montana, you’re gonna be surprised. This was a real Wild West town with a real gold rush and saloons and whores and vigilantes. The vigilantes even hung the sheriff.”
“Sounds like my kind of place,” I said and started for town. “I’ll […]

I started walking down the strip, taking it all in and checking out each hotel I passed, the Mirage with its white tigers and volcano, Caesar’s Palace and the Forum, the Bellagio in all its luxury, the Monte Carlo, New York, New York, with a roller coaster outside and its casino in the middle of […]

I needed to check out the Capri, where I figured the “caper” actually took place, to see if anyone there remembered anything that would help me with my “cover,” another word used only by private eyes in bad movies. I pulled on sneakers and black socks to go with a pair of yellow shorts, and […]

I walked down to the Venetian early because I hadn’t seen it yet and wanted time to look around. I’ve never been to Venice, or to Europe for that matter, and I guess the entrance was supposed to represent St. Mark’s Square, or at least that’s what I thought St. Mark’s Square would look like […]

It was still early, Vegas time, and I showered after the long drive and then headed for the lagoon at the Treasure Island. There was a huge crowd waiting for the next free show and I joined it, trying to work my way up to the spot where Mary had tossed the bag into the […]

I got into West Yellowstone late Thursday and caught a cab to the Old Faithful Lodge. It was as I remembered it, a fairy tale lodge made of wood, but such wood, shaped and polished and reflecting the candles and lights of a lobby that soared toward the heavens. The Capri and the Venetian and […]