Fear & Loathing in Elko

So here I am in Elko, Nevada -- charming town, all those nice brothels -- with my two kids in a hotel WITHOUT A POOL. After 9 hours of hot, dry, very boring driving this came as a shock, one we are recovering from with the help of the television set and complimentary Swiss Miss cocoa. 

But no part of my day was more brutal than reading the comments attached to my latest Closer blog, only to discover they're turning on me again. 

This calls for more than cocoa. This calls for red wine. Or a double dose of Ambien.  Or both.

The "chowish" thing to do in Elko is eat at a Basque restaurant. But I have completely lost my appetite.

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