I loathe the traffic on the Las Vegas Strip at six o'clock on a Saturday night. With a Passion.
The intersection of Flamingo and Claymont, or Clairmont, or whatever it is, is about four or five blocks from the freeway. Fairly small blocks, too, all things considered. I pulled onto Flamingo at about 6:10, 6:11 (I was actually looking at the clock
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