C.O.P. is mixing business with pleasure in the King of all Sin Cities. No, we’re not here to see Wayne Newton, retain legal sex workers, or get Rain-Man-rich overnight. We are here, however, to network and possibly get in a touch of R&R. All work and no play, you know…
It’s hard not to get taken in by the glitter and modern architecture. It really is amazing what can be built with an unlimited supply of foolish hope. Even jaded Mr. Farnham was caught by the splendor in the first cab ride from the airport. As he took in the colossal high rises in the watered desert, he said, “Must be where the Arabs got the idea.”
Of course, it takes mighty deep pockets to get the full experience here. Like, Saudi -deep pockets. Without our sponsors, we never would have made it. No one, and we mean no one, is going to get rich running a publishing company.
So why do we do it? Might as well ask Van Gogh why he sawed off an ear…
The answer: Because he had to. And while it’s fun to indulge in luxury from time to time, we really don’t crave it. A simple living, uncomplicated, which harms no one… It’s enough.
Having said that, please keep buying books. ‘Cause if you don’t, the legality of prostitution here is giving us ideas on how Farnham can contribute some revenue…
Farnham: “You couldn’t afford me.”
C.O.P.: “True, but pimps don’t pay.”
Farnham: “Can say that again, ya cheap bastids…”
C.O.P.: “Go put on your hot pants, and we’ll talk about who’s cheap.”
C.O.P.: :That’s ‘Daddy’ to you. Now shut up and let me finish your Craigslist ad. Lessee, here…Prefers distinguished gentlemen…”
Farnham: “FINE! FINE! I’ll give you two chapters this week. Ok? Just…STOP TYPING!”
C.O.P.: “We stop when you start.”
(Farnham sprints from room, muttering)
Who says we don’t know how to motivate?
Well, that’ll do for today. Not because we caved to the siren song of instant wealth, but because we just learned that Elvis is in the building.
As Edward R. Murrow used to say, “Good night, and good luck.”