The phrase 'Las Vegas native' has always been odd for me. I mean, when you move to a town when you are 2 years old, you really don't remember enough of your old one to say that it was home. So, after 37 wonderful years (minus a 6-month sabbatical in Reno), we're leaving. We signed the papers today. It's hard to do when you have a lot of great memories of the place and, yes, even the stigma of 'Sin City' on your back never seemed that bad. Heck, I'm a huge fan of the weather. I really can't stand the cold. So, as I start packing up my things along with my wife and son, I say farewell to a city that never sleeps and never did me wrong... and say "hello" to Henderson.