About a month ago I thought I'd rush to be the first of the day in the barber's chair. Someone beat me, and as I found a place to sit I heard the barber say, "There's that guy that collects chips!"

I turned around just in time to hear the gentleman in the chair say, "You collect chips?" It turns out his son works for an airline, so he hops over from So. Calif. to Las Vegas very often, also collects chips. He agreed to pick up some Bellagio chips for me, and we agreed to get together when we could.

This morning I received a call from him shortly after I got out of bed. A quick bite to eat, no shave, I was out the door. We had a 2-hour swap session, I have over 50 chips I didn't have before, we parted, both wearing big grins. I love this hobby!

The gentleman doesn't have the internet, doesn't belong to the club. I'm working on him at least to join the club. Sorry for the long post, hope I haven't bored you all. I had to tell someone who would understand my excitement!

Kerry