What do you get when you mix a cross-country traveler with Sin City?
I have to admit, I never spent much time in casinos, even when I called Vegas home — but I am a bit a a gambler. Some people think I’m brave to set off on a cross-country adventure with no end game plan. Some simply think I’ve lost my mind. Others are jealous and ask if they can ride off into the sunset with me. I guess it’s a risk I’m willing to take — being out on the open road, making it up as I go. And of course, as Kenny Rogers taught me, I know when to hold ’em and I’ve learned when to fold ’em.
What are you gambling on these days?