I’m currently cruising at an altitude of 27,000 feet en route from Toronto to Las Vegas. The sun is pouring through the window to my right and the forced air from the cabin head above is keeping me relatively cool in anticipation of the 102 degree Fahrenheit welcome wagon that awaits in ‘Sin City’. Appropriate little nickname this desert town acquired. It stems from the dubious reputation associated with ‘The Rat Pack’, the mob, bodies buried beyond city limits, gambling, booze and hookers. Nice to know city officials and the local tourism board wanted to recapture that endearing image by recently coining the vice-inducing slogan “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!” In other words, we won’t tell if you don’t….just come back again and drop more of your cash.