Father Memories

My dad was a strange man, and simple things amused him. He used to love maps and to plot out the way we were to go on a trip. In 1993 we went on vacation to Las Vegas, mainly to appease my brother who was fascinated with gambling. It was a trip we couldn't afford but we went. As usual, Steve went and got a road atlas and started mapping the trip. As he studied the maps he noticed two, rather unusually named, mountains - Nellie's Nipple and Squaw Tit. I don't remember what we saw on that trip to Sin City, but I remember those two, politically incorrect, peaks seen in the distance as we sped down the highway, and the glee with. which my father looked forward to seeing them