Guess someday I'll have to catch a flight to Catlantic City* and go redeem that drilled chip, then get the red-eye and go back home. Chips that never expire is an odd concept for us out West.

* Almost a century ago, my mother - then a little girl - was taken by her wealthy grandmother on a junket to Atlantic City (no casinos there, then, of course). And she got an ice-cream cone for a treat. But as she walked along the Boardwalk, a cat came by and rubbed against her legs. Mom, even Little Mom, never liked cats, so she jumped back. The ice cream fell onto the ground and kitty happily lapped it up while Mom screamed double-time. Not only had she lost her ice cream, but TO A CAT!! We heard the story so many times over the years, that our family has called it Catlantic City ever since. When I go, I'm gonna fix that cat but good. I plan to get a CHOCOLATE ice cream cone.