I got a coffee from the cocktail waitress and began to play. At that hour of the morning on a Sunday the place was empty.I had played for about fiftee... minutes when a formally dressed woman walked up and took a stool at the table.“May I jump in?” she asked. “I will wait for the end of the shoe.”That statement told me she was probably a good blackjack player. If things are going well, we hate players jumping in and out messing up the run of cards. At the end of the shoe, she tossed a fistful of. ” I went looking for him and found him in the study.“Dad,” I asked, a note of pleading in my voice, “Can you run me to Argos and back?”“Yes, I can,” he replied, I am capable of doing that Would you like me to?”“Yes please,” I replied, “I want to get leads for the stuff in my room.”“And you’re paying for it yourself?”“Yes.”“What about the one in the living room?”“Don’t need one, we won’t be connecting that to a PlayStation or a sound system.”“OK then, give me five minutes.”Fifteen minutes later. When the war ended, Gary came home to find a country that had no appreciation for the military, and the men who served their country.He found work with Northwest Airlines, then Delta Airlines as a commuter pilot flying the twin-engine prop planes that shuttled passengers to and from the bigger airports. Eventually a career change brought him to Seattle where he was a co-pilot on an Alaska Airlines 727 that flew from SeaTac to Anchorage International on a shared American Airlines route from. .hi," he said in the modest tones Miss G enforced on him. Now wipinghis hands on a towel, red painted nails flashing between wipes."She said to wait with you. They are coming over later." Really?" he said, his voice a little squeaky, I think through the effortof trying to sound a bit more masculine in my presence."She said you'd give me some lemonade," I added, the thought of a raretreat like lemonade overriding my shame of asking the poor creature toget me some.His thin plucked eyebrows.