The thing about vegas for me other than the gambling and eating, used to be is all the storys. I am a people watcher to start with, also seem to be the type that can talk to most characters. (except liberals). There are a million interseting storys out there! You see a lot there. My wife doesnt like me gambling or going to vegas, but it used to be a big thing I used to do before we met in my other life. I remember a ton of sad, happy, odd, unbeliveable, trajic and interesting things there.
Here is just one that comes to mind. I had a close friend and his wife that USED to be highly predjious. Frank retired they had bought a house in page AZ. They then sold the house they had in calif. Unbeliveably they were carrying something like 60K in cash to pay off the house in page.
They stopped to eat I think at circus circus. A black grabbed bonnies purse with all the loot. Frank once a fit combat career solider, but now fat and old like me ran out of breath chaseing him, especialy when the guy valted a fence that stopped frank. About that time another black took up the chase. He closed in on the snatcher, snatcher dropped the fortune and kept going. Other black retrieved purse and returned it! Now, bonnie & frank were thankfull, she kissed the guy, anything we ever can do for you and yada, yada, yada. They came home told me about it and told me they had repented and changed their awfull views they used to have on blacks etc. The house was vacant, truck loaded to move to page as we finnished loading it as they told me the story. Then the phone on the bare floor rang. The black hero called. He just lost his job yesterday, they were going to foreclose on him and mamma, and -------------.
