So here we are in Vegas. Because it's only an hour flight for me, I usually make it at least a couple of times per year. I like the town, but it has nothing to do with gambling. Reno is my hometown, and gambling has just never been much of an attraction to me. At a point, about 12 years ago, I got interested in craps. Even spent a week in Reno playing. I treated it as a business, and after a week of gambling many hours per day, often late into the night--with the noise and smoke and standing on my feet--I netted $1,100 after room and meal expense. I was playing mostly with $10 and $25 chips. Money management is the key to the whole deal. Establish rules, stick to them, and when the table isn't going your way, leave, no matter. Never take "hopeium." Anyway, it sucked, and since then, I've probably gambled no more than a few hundred bucks total over the last dozen years, just for the occasional diversion. I love Vegas because it's a place where I feel that my fellow human beings are somewhat more habituated towards minding their own fucking business. It's...