Don't give it another thought, Jamison. So what if I stood at the corner of South and Sixth Streets (in the rain) for two hours waiting for a Chinese gambler to walk by so I could ask him about the chips?

I'm gonna blame Bok Hing Chan for all this. Who knows, maybe he ordered the chips for one of his illegal gambling dens somewhere.

The interesting thing about the chips is that all seem to be in mint or near-mint condition!