Why not be sick in Vegas? I went on this trip knowing that I was ill, but also knowing that being sick for a couple of days in the desert is still better than being sick in a rainforest. (Ie., home.) I was right.

Thanks to the encouragement of my collaborator, uh, I mean, friend Liz Gaige, I managed to struggle through. Several blueberry teas also helped. (More about those later.) Despite a fever that was high enough to actually cause me to hallucinate, I still managed to learn something about marketing and my business.

And yes, I admit that the loan of an extremely hot car in which to drive up and down the strip was what finally pulled me through. Many thanks to the steady hands of Liz who was the driver, unimpaired by Robitussin. Don’t worry Dale – we were very careful as we zig-zagged around the pedestrians on the sidewalk.