I have some great friends in my neighborhood. They love me and I love them! We decided it was time to get away together and make some memories. Rachel booked us a hotel at the Trump Tower, and we piled into her car and drove south for 6 hours. We shopped, we played. But I also took them on a little tour of the part of Las Vegas I grew up in. I dodn't grow up in Henderson, NV. Nope! Vegas. Downtown Las Vegas. My home was about a 5-7 minute drive to the strip. The Stratasphere is at the end of my road, St Louis Ave. I showed them my home, my school, where our seminary building was. And I showed then a spot that was sacred to me. We all have our Holy Places. Mine happens to be on Eastern Ave., between Sahara and St Louis Ave. We drove to the spot and I told them of how my sister and I witnessed a friend of ours being protected from a group of girls whose intent was to hurt her. 3 girls vs 1 girl, all because her shirt was red (gang affiliation colors were a real thing in ...