I vividly recall being 18 years old and fresh out of high school when my Dad took me down to Gulfport, Mississippi, on the Gulf Coast, for a business trip. Dad always merged business trips with places he could find gaming tables. After dinner that night, I returned to the room and went to sleep, waking up eight hours later to find no Dad. I made my way down to the front of the casino and had him paged, and up he came to the entrance.It turns out Dad had won a few thousand bucks, hence his decision to stay…
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