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open giving a view to the action on the casino floor. It was an interesting design concept and quite enjoyable.
    A man came into the restaurant and sat down at the end of the bar to my left. He made eye contact with me and nodded his head. I smiled a small smile and looked away. I instinctively reached for the ring on my left hand and turned it to be sure the diamond was prominent in its position. I didn’t want any advances an d hoped the ring would send the message loud and clear.
    I stole a second look at the man. He was sitting with his hands folded in front of him , and he was slumped forward a bit. I couldn’t help it, but a small giggle escaped. He was wearing a plain brown suit and a somewhat rum pled dress shirt with a tie which had been loosened. His hat, a small, brown bowler, had been placed on the bar beside him.
    I wasn’t giggling about his tired attire, I was giggling at his face. He wasn’t unattractive, but he had a very prominent chin with a deep cleft. I had on ly ever seen a cleft similar to this one on one other man – Detective Bentley with the Carbide City Police Department. Where Detective Bentley had dark features, this man’s were much lighter, and I quickly thought of the cartoon character Dudley Do-Right. I giggled again.
    The bartender returned and caught me smiling to myself. He gave the bar a light slap with the p alm of his hand and said , “Chef said ‘ no problem ,’ and your Reuben sandwich will be right up.” I thanked him as he moved on down the bar to take the man’s order which was a shot of Jack Daniels. He must have had a long day.
    The bartender returned to me and said, “You look familiar. Have you been in here recently?”
    My first thought was he didn’t have a very original line if he was trying to pick me up, but I simply said, “Nope. This is my first trip to Vegas, and I just arrived today.”
    “Wow,” he said with a disappointed inflection. “I usually never forget a f ace, and there’s something familiar about you. Your look certainly isn’t common,” he said with a big smile, “and I should know where I’ve seen you before.” I shrugged my shoulders . There was no way he had ever seen me.
    He left to run back to the kitchen again and returned a minu te later with my sandwich. “This looks fantastic,” I told him with my eyes wide and s hining. “Thank you. ”
    The sandwich was amazing. It was made with pretzel bread. Who would have thought of that! Well, obviously, Wolfgang Puck, but it was such a creative choice. And it was sooo good. I ate the entire thing and topped it off with another glass of wine. It was an absolutely perfect dinner.
    Dudley Do-Right left the bar just as I was finishing my meal. I was smiling to myself again. Th e poor man didn’t deserve to have my mind naming him after a cartoon character, but if I saw him again on this trip, he was forever Dudley to me now.
    The bartender r eturned to remove my plate, stopped suddenly , and snapped his fingers. He not only had a big smile on his face, he started laughing and said, “I know where I’ve seen you before.” I didn’t like the sound of this. He was definitely laughi ng at me. “You’re the chick who was on the news tonight!”
    “What?! What?!” I sputtered. My eyes were wide. This couldn’t be good. What was he was talking about, and why would I be on the news?
    He was obviously enjoying my confusion. “Any time the Blue Ball Blades hockey team comes into town, the sports guys like to make fun of them. They’re on a losing streak right now,” he paused to laugh again and said, “and they really need a new name.”
    Oh my gosh! My heart immediately began to sink. Blue Ball, Ohio was in the southern part of the state. Who knew the hockey guys on the airplane were from Blue Ball of all places, and why were they in Cleveland instead of flying out of Cincinnati? Just my luck.
    “How bad was it?” I asked. I could feel the red creeping into my face.
    He laughed