away. The other young woman
remained silent, having reached
the point where she was unable
to form words.
A band was kicked out of
the hotel one year, only to have
an ex-wife of one member
sneak them in the back door.
It’s difficult to bring in a set
of drums quietly. The hotel is
reality TV without the TV, and
the different levels of excitement don’t involve anyone
unknown to the entertainers.
Entertainment like this would
cost an arm, a leg, and a pint of
blood in Las Vegas.
Part of the reason I stay
where I do is because I’m a
creature of habit. It’s not a
superpower, but it’s me. I cull
the unpleasant things and con-
centrate on the birds. Birders are
were duking it out in the hotel’s
parking lot. They were too
inebriated to do much damage.
Their girlfriends, who were also
sloshed, were encouraging them.
I tiptoed by to get to a bakery.
When I came back to the hotel,
the police had arrived. They
warned the combatants to break
it up or they would be going
to jail. The miscreants were
like the comedian Ron White,
who said, “I had the right to
remain silent, but I didn’t have
the ability.” They lipped off
and were handcuffed and put
into the squad car. One of the
girlfriends protested, “What are
you arresting him for? He didn’t
do nothing!” A police officer
recommended that she stifle
herself. She was unable to do so
and was handcuffed and taken A L
A common raven forages on the streets of Juneau, Alaska.