We had then entered Boulder City and drove up the main drag, Nevada Highway. The other main streets all seemed to be named after surrounding states: Wyoming, Colorado, Utah, New Mexico, Arizona and California.
I looked back at the gate we'd just passed through, somewhat puzzled.
"Hey, Rocco," I called up to the front seat, "what's the deal? I've never seen a city protected by a gate and a guard, at least not in this country."
Sal rolled his beady little eyes as Rocco cleared his throat and began to give me a history lesson, sounding like a tour guide...