And it's a story that you will never forget. Every time I visit this place, it's packed, and not with astrophysicists. It's a throwback to the type of casino that probably existed 50 years ago, before janitorial supplies were invented. As I walk around the Owl Club, I assess the situation. Surely professional gambling can't have much less glamour than this.
Cattle are everywhere.
Near the road, on the road, blocking my path. They stare at me as if I'm a moron. Of course it's not just me they don't like, but all humanity. They may have a point.