~~~ my mother and I used to walk downtown once a week (we had a room at 555 Imperial Blvd) when she would call home. We used to call from a luncheonette which was across from Harold's Club, with a long counter where we would have an ice cream banana split. my mother used to explain to them how it's made because they never heard of it. Directly as you walked into the front door there was a row of about seven or eight phone booths and the rest of the place was full of slot machines. It would take about 15 minutes for the operator to connect her to back home. As you walked out the door and made a right hand turn there were two very large dice on a stand which was the entrance to a very narrow street. The covered wagon that used to be on the lower right hand corner of the marquee at Harold's Club, was stationed about a few hundred feet down the street in front of a very small supermarket that had automatic door openers... and as you exited the cashier there was a row of three one penny slot machines. I put in one penny, pulled the lever... and bingo; three pennies dropped down. I was 9 years old and remember each and every day of the six weeks we were there. My mother had a huge Reno collection of everything imaginable except chips. I sold the last of it at our 1994 convention... It was an accumulation of what one of the Smiths would send her once a year, for several years. Hundreds of books of matches, calendars, keychains and all other sorts of souvenirs. one in particular was a small orange plastic 10 gallon hat which said Harold's Club around the band... and a ton of playing cards which she gave to friends who owned local shops and eateries.