The day I took my last final exam in Queens College I was on a plane to Vegas. Didn’t wait to see if I passed or go to the graduation ceremony. That night I was a free man in Vegas. Within a week I got a job at “The Luck”, as the employees called it. It lasted an entire year and I had some great experiences and met some life long friends. By the way, does anyone remember that gentleman from Wisconsin that collected nothing but Lady Luck? He was a regular at the first five or ten conventions and I spent a few evenings drinking heavily with him at the bar there.