Elliot Worsell
@ElliotWorsell
Online Editor
THOUGH typically good at avoiding eye contact on the Las Vegas strip, I happened to fail on this mission when approaching two Jehovah’s Witnesses standing outside a Shake Shack as a man nearby tried to sell me a CD of his rap music and a woman oohed and aahed as she hopped barefoot on a scorching hot pavement. She smiled at me, this Witness, shielded from the sun and protected from the 45-degree heat by an umbrella, and on her board I read the words “Find Family Happiness”. I wasn’t sure in that moment who felt more out of place: me or her. I worried, too, that she had seen
