About a hundred years ago, I lived on Main St, just a few blocks from Vegas World. Even when I had no money, I would hang out there. One night, I’m playing PAC Man and some little kid is watching me intently. I ask him if he wants to play, so we start playing heads up on a two player game. While the kid is playing, a voice behind us says, “Are you almost finished?”. I look behind me, and it’s the Polish Maverick himself, waiting for his son to finish playing PAC Man with me. I later learned his name was Nevada Stupak, and I believe he is now active in Vegas politics.