So many wonderful memories destroyed by the events on Sept. 11. Nonetheless, my best memory is crawling through the dark spidery confines of a closet in my kids' bedroom and to discover a grubby carousel of dirty poker chips with "DI" & numbers on them--and then sensing that what I paid $10 for in 1979 at a L.A. flea market just might be from the Desert Inn, going to TCR and discovering that yes they were DI roulette chips from 1958.