Ok, maybe not…

The hotel I stayed at in Vegas did not have WiFi, and with only my pda to type on, I could not write from there, which is just as well, since I was there such a short time. The reading was fun, not many in the crowd but everyone was receptive and we all–Jarret Keene, Bruce Issacson, and myself–managed to sell a few books. Las Vegas is an imaginary city, and seems to be in trouble; the city fathers had counted on their city being recession-proof, but the first line of the first article in the local paper was “Ok, now it’s time to panic.” I would think Sin City is a good canary for the coal mine of a depression the US economy is plummeting down. Luckily, poetry really is recession proof, since it has almost no exchange value to begin with…