Some of the readers here may know this name: Howard Schwartz. For many years, he was the tireless engine behind the infamous Gamblers Bookshop in LV. He was also my book publisher, who unlike so many others with closed minds around that town, chose to listen to and understand what I had to say about video poker instead of simply cowering in a denial safe space. He knew he'd face criticism and he just didn't care, instead focusing on the certainty of vigorous debate going forward. Plus he had me in his corner, which if you've been living on another planet the past 25 years, is no joke. I've recently been informed that Howard is now in an assisted living facility in LV, and at 83 is still sharp as a tack but physically limited in many ways. I can still remember his unending smile, his drive, and his popular podcast interviews, of which I was a part of twice. He's out of the business he loved now, and to those involved in gambling in any way, that's what you call a loss. I sent a message that I'll be stopping by to visit him on our way home from our summer stay up in the Tahoe area. To me, that stop will be worth far more than any of my most profitable video poker muggings anywhere in that city. Let every knee bend for the man, even if you're some sour-life degenerate who hates your own life (jbjb, jbs, etc.) along with anyone who gambles successfully, and who is basically a failure at anything you do.