I worked in Poker and Blackjack for 35 years starting in Las Vegas in 1973. If you have questions that you would like to ask a professional in the business, here is your chance

Hi @aceto5

these are funny and informative stories…

Thanks for sharing!!!

You’re welcome - tell your poker player friends where to find them - they will not read these stories anywhere else.
I waited until most of Tony’s people were dead, locked up for life, or in a home before I printed these stories - LOL.
Glad you enjoyed them.

I read most of your stories and wondered if you had any regrets working for a mob casino.

Having to carry a gun to work and being threatened like that seems like you would have some

regrets. Did you know when you first started it was a mob casino?

Even being an honest dealer just making a living, in a way you’re still operating under a

mobsters roof. With mobster friends and mobster rules that aren’t favorable to you.

Two men waiting by your car is ok as far as the mob is concerned.

Not the friendliest environment, even though they gave you $50 because they made a mistake

by broadcasting their intention.

You must’ve been the happiest guy in town when the Ramada bought out the mob’s interest

in the Tropicana back in 1979. The beginning of the end for the mob in Las Vegas.

They say Anthony Spilotro ran his rackets out of a gift shop in Circus Circus.

If I lived your life in that mob run casino, my nerves would’ve been shot within one week.

I marvel at your ability to function normally in that environment.

Taking everything in stride like it’s just another day in Vegas.

Maybe that should be your title of your book.

Just another day in Vegas!

Thanks for sharing your stories here on Replay.

It’s certainly a gem in the Community Forum!

I am happy that you enjoy reading my stories. Thank you.

I guess you have to put me in perspective.
I was raised in a Navy family, moving every two or three years since the day I was born. (My father graduated from Annapolis class of 45 and my father’s father retired as a Commander in the U S Navy). I myself entered a Senior Military College in 1966. That would be at just about the height of the Vietnam war. My school was designated infantry, so most of our graduates each year were soon shipped off to war. Every Saturday morning, the Military cadre on campus posted a listing of our dead, wounded, and missing in Vietnam in the school cafeteria. After a few years of wearing uniforms 7 days a week and drill each morning and afternoon during the week, we tending to emulate a rather fatalistic way of looking at life. You know, the old "Live For Today, For Tomorrow We Die’ sort of thought process. It was not bleak, we just took it as the way it was, along with a lot of heavy duty drinking on weekends. The alcohol did not seem to help my GPA, and toward the end of my fifth year of college (we called ourselves “Super Seniors”) About this time, the US was ending the draft and pulling out of Vietnam. Now mind you, I started college as patriotic as they come, but by 1971, times had changed, and a military carrier no longer seemed the way to go. I finally decided to switch my long-held beliefs and moved from Virginia to Las Vegas to become a professional poker dealer. What the hell. Good money, beautiful women, easy work, what’s not to like. My parents outfitted their basement with my condo furniture and everything else I packed into my car and drove to Vegas, knowing absolutely no one closer than 1500 miles. I enrolled in a dealing school and after one month of training, I was hired in a small casino on the strip dealing Blackjack. A month later the MGM opened, and Johnny Moss had a couple of openings he needed to fill in his poker room at the Aladdin Hotel and Resort on the strip, so I got hired by a Mob Owned Casino after two months of living in my new hometown and I loved it. In the telling of my stories, it may sound a little dangerous, but as I have said in other articles, if you did not approach the mob asking for something, as far as they were concerned, you did not exist. I was in more danger from drunken tourists wanting to blow off a little steam them I ever was from the mob. Also knowing the right people up and down the strip got me a lot of free tickets to shows and the best restaurants in town for 16 years. The money was good, the lifestyle was good, the women were beautiful, and I was never physically touched by anyone connected to the mob.
Like I said, I was in the business for 35 years before I retired with a house in Phoenix and a house in Las Vegas.
There is an old saving that says, “If you find a job that you enjoy, you will never work a day in your life”.
That could have been written with me in mind.

Stay safe, David