Pete
Barb and I went to the DI the week prior to the convention. I normally do not collect roulettes, and since the casino was almost deserted, there was no chance of “harvesting”. so we walked up to the pit boss and asked to purchase one of each color as a remembrance of the DI. You could tell by the look on his face, that he to was loosing his best friend. He told the dealer to “give” us one of each color. I flipped the dealer a Ten spot and I suspect that it was the only tip he had received that night as you could have set off a bomb and not hurt anyone. He said “Thanks Boss” and we said good bye to the DI.
It was IMO one of the last Grand Old Rooms.
Paul