Leaving Las Vegas
Leaving Las Vegas
Speaking

40 miles outside of Las Vegas lies a barren stretch of highway where I go to die for a few hours. It is as straight as a beam of light, cutting through the peaks and valleys of ancient mountains, binding two horizons together. It is a place of stark beauty where earth and sky and peace converge, where I go to escape the weight and din of the city that sprang from it. In the silence of the desert, I …

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Goodbye, my friend
Goodbye, my friend
Shooting

The man in this photograph died 48 hours after it was taken. My friend Steve O’Malley knew the cancer ravaging his pancreas would do the same to him, little by little, pound by pound, until there was nothing left. Not without a fight, though. Dear God, how he fought. All for a few days of good news before the next somber test result. There came a point, though, when he stopped fighting. Stopped fighting against the cancer staging chart. Stopped fighting …

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