About twenty minutes before quitting time (Calgary is an hour ahead of Las Vegas), I got the secretary on the phone again. "I’m at the airport on the way back to Las Vegas unexpectedly—they were having problems at the booth. That package Kumamoto-san left for me, can you FedEx it to my hotel there? I’m staying at Circus Circus." I had already made a reservation for the next day at Circus Circus under the name "Mike Bishop"; the clerk hadn’t even asked for a credit card. I gave the secretary the address of the hotel and spelled the Mike Bishop name just to be sure she had it right.