The differences between Las Vegas and Seattle (where I’ve been since about 1:45 pm) are immediately apparent. There’s a wonderful sense of moisture everywhere here, and the cab drivers are mellower. (Last weekend I tipped a Vegas cab driver a buck off a $5.60 fare, and the driver glared at me and snapped, “That‘s not a tip!”)

And I haven’t run into any Seattle women with oversized fake breasts , and it’s like, “Oh, right…women as they actually are without the Vegas gene.” It’s an enormous relief to be here. Until today I’d never been to Seattle (don’t have an excuse…just never got it in gear), but it feels like my kind of town and a wonderful Vegas antidote.