Drove all the way out there on a HOT Saturday afternoon, arriving around 5 PM. Casino door locked. Waited awhile. Walked along the nearby abandoned railroad tracks. No bricks, no chips, not even a rattlesnake. Casino door still locked at 6 PM. Drove down the main street of Blythe, looking at old, defunct gas stations, of which there were plenty. Returned to casino at 7 PM. Still locked. I never could quite decide if Bruce's was, or wasn't, still in business.