in Las Vegas, and the Casinorama there too, I wouldn't go at all. Last June I hit $530 on the Barking Baker slot game at South Point. Wonderful, you say? Yes, but then - I didn't feel like losing my jackpot and stopped all gambling. Not much else to do in Las Vegas. Fremont Street is the pits, and night parking over by Steward & 7th Street gives me the willies. Never sure I'll make it back to my truck alive, or that my truck will be waiting for me. Those 117-degree days aren't enjoyable, nor are the constantly-rising resort fees. At Arizona Charlie's I don't even get to use the puddle they claim is their Resort Pool, because it's always Closed For Repairs. New chips? I can buy them online from Sheldon Smith (shameless plug), Roger Herman (another one), Walt Dirzulaitis (oops, another one), "Cousin Reggie" Gummer (plug, plug, plug), or even Mike Spinetti and his Marvelous Hard-Working Crew (okay, now I'm starting to blush).

If I want to play slots, it's easier to hang with those California Indians Robert Smith or Bob Martin.