I was talking to Dave, a man who did my scanning, as I often did in those days, about my stay in Laughlin, Nevada, located 100 miles near Las Vegas, Nevada. I had been out West for 5 years, traveling in a Toyota Chinook, learning the ins and outs of living out there. Wintering in Laughlin made sense. It was warmer, had places to park your RV, and there was work. It was also corrupt as hell, but that's another subject.
Figuring I would winter there, some work made sense. Security seemed an avenue to try. You held some authority and it was not physically tiring. I went for an interview. What stands out in my memory was standing around in a circle with men and women and being asked questions and then being asked to dance. Basically they wanted to see if we were pliable, malleable, and bendable. Men trying to be men need not apply. For the low pay and the getting demeaned they wanted you to smile and take it. At the time, building my sense of self and integrity, I couldn't do it. Being mush didn't fit.