A few nights ago in the Bellagio Poker Room, 2 gentlemen sat on table 30, playing $4-$8 limit holdem. One of them plays regularly at Bellagio…the other a stranger.

The Regular kept looking at the tourist…knowing that he knew him from some place else…then he realized, they had both been imprisoned in a Nazi War Camp over 55 years ago.

It was a chance encounter. They’d never stayed in touch after they left the camp. They rejoiced at seeing each other and talked of times long gone and wounds that never quite heal.

Wish I’d of been at that table for that one. See you there!