12 000 Feet Over Vegas With Elvis
“Three, two, one, bungeeeeeeeeeeee.” Eighteen flights below a slender metal platform, the crowd in the asphalt lot chanted encouragement. From this height, a body in free fall would reach 70 miles per hour before hitting the blacktop. Swallowing hard, I hurtled backward. The ground accelerated like a bad cartoon. Here it was: the edge of exhilaration and fear, honed to a few short seconds in a Las Vegas parking lot....