While I'll add more pictures about my time in St Louis (after I get to Indianapolis), I wanted to tell a short story about my arrival at Harrahs. - - - When I arrived, the head Valet (Paul) met me at the car. He apparently assumed that I was a VIP...maybe because I look like someone famous...maybe because the motor sounds so good...but probably more because Paul liked "the sweet ride." He asked if I'd like to park the car close to the front door (for easy access later). Not to pass up a stroke of my ego, I played like it happens all the time. The pictures below show how close I was parked, and my Nephew posing for a picture.
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