I don't know about the whole karma thing but thanks. I recall driving to Vegas with friends and introducing them to Art over beers and long road trip there (kids don't do this) and the late night on the way to Vegas and they were mesmerized. "Who IS this guy?" "What the HELL?" A perfect storm: in the desert, middle of nowhere, listening on AM which would break-up a bit and I'd manually tune back in (old "dual knobby" car radio) and some crazy spooky topic and an electric storm. Was awesome. Better than Vegas was in recollection.
@albrecht Better than Vegas! Somewhere in time, my employer offered to send my supervisor and me to a conference in Vegas. My supervisor asked if I would teach her how to play casino craps while in Vegas. She only knew how to play street craps. I could not wait to listen to Art Bell live from Pahrump. I was only an hour’s drive away from
“Things That Go Pahrump in the Night.†I don't remember what Art Bell shows were playing while I was in Vegas. I remember being almost star stuck hearing Art Bell’s thunder clap sound while I was so close by.
“Magic in the staticâ€. My home was/is over 2,500 miles away from Pahrump.
Back to the conference. I had trouble staying awake. As I would be falling asleep, my supervisor would stab me with her pencil. In my defense, the speakers were some hippies from California. I do not dislike hippies. However these hippies were too far out for me.
Back to the casino. My supervisor learned how to play casino craps. Standing at a crap’s table, one of the players took some cash from out of his shoe. My supervisor stopped playing craps. She whispered to me “I am not playing with someone who is using his shoe money.†I knew that she understood the psyche of a craps table. You only play craps with people who are not desperate for cash, either in a casino or in the streets.