I just stayed in a Vegas hotel that is entirely smoke-free. It’s not the first, but I hope it won’t be the last. Here’s the story and some history.

I was amazed at the poker table the other night when one of the other players was regaling the guy next to him with details of hands he’d played over the last couple of months. Here’s why.

Here’s my story of being at a poker table when a new player sat down emitting what can only be called a foul body odor stench. What would you have done?

I like a lively group around a poker table, but when one guy started yelling at a casino employee about an admittedly bad policy, I had to jump into the fray. Here’s the story.

I’m back from another trip to Vegas with stories about an amazing chip trick, a different kind of survey squad on the street, two restaurants I’d never been to, and a bunch of people just standing around.

Any time I think I’ve seen everything at a poker table, something happens that proves me wrong. Here’s a story from last weekend about a real nail-biter.

My thoughts on a proposal by a county commissioner in Las Vegas to close The Strip to vehicles and turn it into a pedestrian mall.

I spent last weekend in an entirely unmasked Las Vegas. To be honest, I didn’t wear one while playing poker, walking around town, and observing people, either. Here are a few stories from my trip.