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Image courtesy of Sean Fallon
The boy stands anxiously in line
Money clutched tightly in his hand
As one by one a box is taken from the pile on the counter
And handed to a mother, sister, grandfather, brother, father
He has none of these.
Nearing the front, he leans forward and tries to see if there is one for him
Then a brightly coloured jar catches his eye
It is full of cars, trains, planes and robots
Tucking it under his arm, he walks out smiling
His guardian waits to take him back to the home
Back to where the old toys are cheering
I was enjoying some very different surroundings last week…….we were in Vegas baby!!
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This is the view from the window of our hotel in Las Vegas. We were here last 25 years ago, my husband had heard so much about the changes that had taken place during that time that he has spent ages planning a return trip.
Well, the city has certainly changed and grown since we saw it last, but apart from the dazzling lights and razzmatazz of The Strip there’s a lot of buzz here about the forthcoming election.
The buzz we have got has mostly been from taxi drivers who are very keen to tell us how they feel.
One summed up what most of them had told us, “the politicians all shaft the working man, so best vote for the one who will shaft us the least.” (He said his vote was for Obama).
I laughed with him at what he told us, but reflected that I could have been talking with a taxi driver back home, or anywhere else in the world for that matter. The sentiment would have been the same.
I will watch the results with interest and be thinking of Joe the taxi driver, he will be working but listening to his radio.