!<br > Living Right<br > NO1 UNTIL I HEARD my name called and turned to see a uniform~<br > heavy of prehistoric proportions, a pair of handcuffs on his belt an<br > a gun on his hip, did I know that I could at last relax.<br > Struggling through the crowd to the sanctuary he offered, an<br > mustering a throaty gasp of "I m Holden," I gratefully surrendere,<br > myself to his protection. With a beam belying his menacing mien<br > this mammoth grabbed my hand luggage and declared, "Welcom~<br > to Las Vegas, Mr. Holden. You look tired."<br > Hank, as a label on his lapel identified him, was one of the<br > security team from Binion s Horseshoe Casino, whose golden horse-<br > shoe logo adorned his epaulets, and whose regulation khaki safari<br > gear, scarcely able to contain the bulk of muscle within, made him<br > look like an urban mercenary out for blood. When not guarding<br >the $1 million in cash displayed in a giant glass horseshoe in Binion s<br >lobby, or patrolling the many more millions wagered each day on<br >the casino floor, the Horseshoe heavies double in an unlikely way<br >as mere limousine chauffeurs, catering to the few mobile whims of<br >otherwise sedentary high rollers.<br > Over there, indeed, beyond the silver palm fronds and neon<br >hoardings that distinguish McCarran Airport from all others,<br >
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