In the good old days, I travelled to Horton when in Kansas on business.

One evening, I was minding my own business (o.k., so I was harvesting roulettes), when a very large man with a braided ponytail grabbed my arm and dragged me out the door. I had left about $50 on the roulette table and was told I could not re-enter to claim it.

They accused me of stealing their roulette chips and told me if I ever came back, they would have me arrested for stealing casino property.

I bid them good day and have never returned. That was about 2-3 years ago I think.

Ah, the good old days.