A few weeks ago my hubby accepted a weekend gig officiating tennis in Las Vegas. For some reason, I strangely adore the trip across the desert: the occasional Joshua tree, the weird roadside diners, the site of The Strip lighting up the horizon.
Since I was going to have a lot of time to myself, I made a list of things to do. The secret pizza joint at the Cosmopolitan, a day poolside at the Paris Hotel, and finally, a little jaunt out to what some call...
The Most Haunted Place in America
An avid Carole Lombard fan, I felt a certain reverence visiting this place. Perhaps it is because I just finished Fireball, which details the story of her tragic death in a plane crash.