<p>You know, there's a lot of nasty criticism of the poster's mom for going to Las Vegas, but I remember clearly when my mother went to Las vegas not long after my father died (after 2 1/2 years of slow cancer)--and blew $15000 in one night (it was 1979, for those of you who like to do "how much is that really worth?" calculations). My sisters and I were horrified, but strangely enough, it kicked my mother back into some sort of sense and sanity--she'd been more than a little nuts, insisting my father was haunting her. Everyone copes in their own way. </p>
<p>My fingers are crossed for a good call from Penn on Monday.</p>