Doña Quixote, a.k.a. My Dementia, Tilts at Windmills in Las Vegas
My first visit to Las Vegas took place two years after we immigrated to the US, in the summer of 1986. Marissa was 9, Newton 6. Our family was en route to our first American vacation, a trip to Disneyland. It was a wonder that had been able to pull this off—even though Peter had […]