I've told this before.
My wife and I had reservations that fateful night to see John Davidson at Beverly Hills.
At the last minute my partner Brownie, called to tell me Morris (the goose in any poker game) called and wanted to play. I would never pass up a chance at Morris's $.
My wife was a hot sucker.
We stood outside the game and watched Beverly burn. It lit up the N KY and Cincinnati skyline for miles.
Lost two good friends in the fire.

BTW, the goose got away with the $ that night in the poker game.