You all know I always have a funny story about our travels from casino to casino--right? Here is yet another about the card scanned below. Montana cards are hard to get. They are for locals, take a couple weeks before they order them most of the time, and some like this casino, keep the players cards in a box behind the bar for when you drop in to play. They don't leave the casino. NO EXCEPTIONS! Ok--now how do we get one? Well--yes, the ID's don't say we are from Montana, even the cowboy hat Daryl wears won't convince them, so we tell them we just moved and are checking out our new home town. Next we had to get a card and no way would they let you walk out the door with it. They took mine from me at the door. Plan B--I go wait in the "revving" van for Daryl who asks for the restroom after playing a buck. He runs out the door and we rip out the parking lot in this small town--go down a one way street and end up turning around in the middle lane since we are the only car on the road. The whole time my legs are shaking so bad I can hardly hit the brake. I was sure the state patrol would be hot on my tail. Just another LAMB story about casino hopping. Please check out my ebay. It was this card that gave me my gray hair. Pat