Short and sweetish.
It took as long to finish this foregone conclusion as to play it until now. I ended up building houses on my
three monopolies until the Mexican busted on my three Boardwalk houses.
Just as I was collecting my $10 K winnings I had a call on my cell from a friend in Cointrin. Amazing how these things work. Cointrin is a small suburb of Geneva, Switzerland, located right next to the airport.
Why not come over and take a jaunt out to Divonne, one of the casinos within easy driving distance of the city. We could have dinner at Chambezy and be there and back in the bargain.
I thought of going direct from McCarran tonight and rejected the idea. I begged off for a day to get my travel plans in order.
Vegas was rubbing me the wrong way even after one day. They were apparently charging people to drive through Red Rock Canyon. This was disgusting if true.
Steve Wynn was saying awful things about our President, which only underlined the greatness of his stature in my eyes. The funky ambience of Fremont Street had transmogrified into a tourist gawk.
And the city was becoming a veritable ruin because of the bad behavior of realtors, banks and people in general.
$10 K was chump change even now, but it was enough to get me away. I figured I would leave the Caddy in the long term lot at McCarran and see what I could do in the way of a plane to Geneva, but not until I had had a nice massage at a health place that was providentially still there after all the years.
Maybe Divonne would offer something harder to beat.
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