![]() It pulsed in the center of the casino like an open heart on an operating table. We tried our hands at craps and blackjack. ![]() We soon graduated to the casino floor downstairs. Just a group of graduate students exploring things to do on a Friday night in our new, unfamiliar town. We were there for the novelty, not the money. Our accidental “Bingos!” and laughter were unwelcomed by the regulars, but two of us, including me, won. We traded dollars for dobbers in the vending machines, weaved past old women with cigarettes and paper rainbow packs, and found a table that could fit all 10 of us. A red-vested cartoon sheriff with a mustache as long as a rattlesnake adorned the marquee outside. It was 2012, and the casino was called Terrible’s then. ![]() On our first visit to the Silver Sevens, we went for bingo. Revisiting the place where I learned that Vegas friendships, like casinos, come and go ![]()
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