So here I am in McCarran Airport in Las Vegas, returning late in the day after a deposition in Dallas.  McCarran must be the best airport in the world for wireless users--I need a name for that concept.  Free wireless everywhere, no ads, no hassle.

I had a taco salad in the Jose Cuervo and overhead two youngish women talking about the mother of one of them.  her mother has recurrent metastatic breast cancer with mets inthelung.  "Can't she have a lung transplant?"  "I thought whenit went to thelung it was lung cancer."  She is going to run for the cure.  I will pledge to support her.  But she talked about getting her mother in to see a doctor in Dallas where she lives.  "We have to have a referral first.  The we will call y ou seven buseines days later."  She had connections, she worked for an insurance company.  She got her mother in to see the doctor faster.  "Oh" said the phone person at the doctor's office, "I'm so sorry.  I didnt know you worked for  [insert your favorite health insurance megopoly here].  the doctor can see her tomorrow."

We are back in the Middle Ages, where who you know or how much you have means more than justice or equity.

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