A couple of years ago my wife and I were in Deadwood with a rented motorhome, heading to my high school reunion in western Nebraska. As we were leaving the campground, the motor home stalled and ultimately had to be towed to Rapid City.

We spent the night at a hotel in Deadwood. The next morning we were having breakfast at the buffet. My wife had gone down earlier and was engaged in a conversation with another woman. Somehow she mentioned that I was a chip collector, the woman said her husband was as well. When I came down I was told of this exchange, went over and shook hands with the gentleman-----Dean Porter.

I see Dean every year now at the convention.