Faith and Loving in Las Vegas

A Savage Journey to the Heart of American Fundamentalism

We were somewhere around the Armagosa Valley on a highway south of Area 51 when the delusion began to take hold. I remember saying something like, “I’m getting sleepy… maybe you should drive.”

And suddenly, there was a terrible cacophony all around us. Where once the glow of the Las Vegas Strip suffused the distant night sky with its amber-gold hues, it…