I miss Vegas. On mornings like this I remember the dealers standing at their tables like soldiers ready for a war or better yet like bored toddlers waiting for their parents to show up. Please understand these were some of the brightest funniest folks I have met in bulk in a very long time. They just get that faraway look as they stand waiting for the world to wake up.
I decided this morning to share my Minotaur. I will tell you what he looked like then you must close your eyes to see him. Tall, beautiful white hair, blue eyes that could be kind and cruel in a heartbeat. Those eyes could also heal or dismiss you in an instant. Think Scorsese before he had kids. You know those films that made us not want to watch but we did. He was tough as nails and gentle as a lion cub.
When I approached the table I was having trouble walking and keeping my eyes open. Sometimes light tends to blind me in that rude headache way. This was one of those mornings. I sat down and tried to say good morning. He shushed me called the waitress over and a few moments later she brought me a coffee drink that helped. He then patted my hand and told me I did not have to talk just sit still and drink. I did for about 30 min. We quietly watched the casino. Silly children who did not want their night to end, insomnia laden adults who walked silently and the crew who quietly work behind the scenes to keep the illusion alive. After I got better we started talking. He started working there in the 70’s this came up because a few drunk kids decided I was lucky and sat down. The kids then proceeded to lose quite a bit of money betting on 23. After they walked away I commented on how silly they were. He told me he was trained to block out conversation. Now I had seen his face when the ball was in play so I knew he went zen during that time but all conversation. This led to a lot of “honey you do not want to know”. The only thing he would share is that he started working in the 70’s when Vegas was “real”. They were trained to block out conversation. I pushed to see how this was done when I got the pat reply above. You see it was a regular thing for the police to take the dealers in any time there was trouble with certain families. So dealers had to be trained to block out conversation. I still mull over that in my mind. What sort of training can do this. I know the military uses some really ugly ways to train levels of intelligence. I wonder if families did the same thing?
All I know is after a week of being home I finally realized why I was drawn to him. You see my daddy had blue eyes. The kind of blue eyes that would pull you from across the room. The kind of blue eyes that made you want to confess every sin, because you knew you would be forgiven. He had those eyes. He also had the kindness to ask me to put away the hundred dollar chip. Of course I felt bad because the original 25 went straight into my purse on the first win. I had been sitting there a while so I continued to play. When I lost everything but my 25 he pulled me close and whispered…It was never your money, go try to get some sleep.
Angel or devil saint or sinner, I will never really know who or why he was. I will only know he was there for me and without him I really do not know how I would have gotten through that last day. So thank you Minotaur may you stay in your maze and enjoy all who try to guess your riddle.