Funny how things work out.  When I started writing this blog I was convinced that it was going to be a travelogue of my journey from crap card-handler to somewhat less crap card-handler.  I was certain that it would be full of missteps, stumbles, and good laughs at my expense (I've always been a fan of self-deprecation).  I gave it a run for a few months before it morphed into more of an "advice from the Stars" piece, which was fine by me - I mean, how long can people stand a blog of negative put-downs?  Oh. Wait... Things shifted once again when I looked forward to spending time at The Magic & Mystery School's "Magic & Meaning" conference a couple of years ago.  In my mind, the proverbial shit got real, and I felt like I needed to as well.  "Getting real" meant getting a real show together, frantically trying to avoid the impostor syndrome.  By the time I immersed myself in ground zero of the Vegas magic world, I had begun to co...