I thought I was in a Clint Eastwood movie. This was back in 1984, on an October afternoon. My friend and I wandered in and I promptly put a quarter in a machine. I noticed a man propped up against the wall, who appeared to be sleeping, holding a brown paper bag with what appeared to be a pint bottle inside. I remember thinking to myself that if I hit a jackpot, I'd never get out of there in one piece. It has changed a bit since then, and my husband and I visit there at least once during our Vegas trips. But I'll never forget that first visit...