Roads without names...
Welcome to read about my journey along
the roads with no names...
Las Vegas 2005-2006
Claire and the Marathon -
It is cold here in Las Vegas this morning, about 33 degrees, yet I know it
will be warmer as the day progresses. My mind brings me the vision of my
school house in Jablonka, silently draped in the first snowfall of the
season. I want to be there to see the splendor, to smell the cold, to be
throwing another log on the fire, to share the thrill of the quiet with
sweet Saturday. I miss my little girl but know she is safe with Zuzana.
My annual visits to my doctor for my health check-ups is in progress. So far
so good. The usual test are on order and will come in the weeks ahead.
Barnabus, his mother Friday, her grandmother Wednesday and her sister
Harrigan have had their first baths and are waiting to be clipped from Sheep
Dogs into Cocker Spaniels. They remember me with kisses even though it has
been seven months since I left.
Today was the first Annual marathon here in Vegas and the 26 miler ran right
down my street while I stood in my usual stationary stance. Running has
never been my thing, but observing the occasion seemed like a good thing to
do.When the powers that be planned this Marathon, they thought they were
picking a date when all would be otherwise quiet in Vegas. Not so as it
happened. The Annual Rodeo opened yesterday with tons of horse people in
town. Then they began filming "Rocky VI" (yes Rocky fans, there is a
coming to your local theater in the future) with over 2,500 extras from
around the world. This is all on top of the usual shows and excitement this
city offers.Needless to say the traffic is horrific and the street closings
for the Marathon added to the foray.
Now, you asked why would I want to watch a Marathon? Well, this is Vegas and
I was not let down. The first oddity was a male runner in a G-String baring
his chest (among other things) with his number pinned to the rear of his
garment. Then spattered here and there came couples decked out in bow ties
and bridal veils. I understand close to the finish line was a wedding chapel
where a mass ceremony took place for these avid runners. And, in case you
forgot, Elvis is alive and well in Vegas and was found running along side
the throngs, with the Elvi appeared many times over. Of course we had a few
Hawaiian dancers replete with grass hula skirts and many Santa's. Most
inspiring, however, were the people on crutches and in wheelchairs who
showed how perseverance in the face of life's cruelty will not stop them
from enjoying the day they still have. The crowning glory at the end of the
finish line are those bedecked showgirls waiting to have their picture taken
with each of the participants. So, if you have nothing to do next year and
want to experience the Vegas mania in all its glory, there will be another
Marathon next year I can promise you.
Of course I didn't stay for the whole 8 hour run, as it was interrupted by
the arrival of a fire truck, 2 ambulances, and 4 police cars into my own
mobile park. As I followed them, I found they were parked in front of my
house. I sprinted forward and with relief discovered they were crowding into
the house next door and Ray (who I stay with) was standing there talking to
the police. It was about our neighbor, Claire. Barnabus had been barking at
Claire's partially open door. Because she lives alone, she usually keeps it
closed and locked, so the dear boy will bark if he sees it open. When she
didn't appear after Ray brought the dogs inside, he went over to investigate
and found her lying on her back and cold. This small, frail woman in her
late 80's was no longer with us. As they carried her outside I knew in my
heart she was in a better place. Her husband had died in December of 2003
and she could not ever speak without crying about her loss and hated
Christmas time, and would remind me when ever i saw her. The last time I had
done her hair, she gave me a figurine of a red Cocker he had given her. It
was an odd present as she was afraid of dogs. But it was a dog (Barnabus)
who knew her pattern, who in the end found her. I know she is with her
husband at last and not alone anymore. Hugs to all and stay safe,........