"Rocky"

Carson city, the Capitol of Nevada, is known for its friendliness especially to older retired people. One of the attractions for us retired folks is gambling which true Nevadans call “Gaming.” Most of the casinos are small intimate places that cater to the locals, although there are a few larger casinos that are frequented by tourists.

One night shortly after I had retired, , my wife, Bobbie, and I were were sitting in the Sport’s Bar of the Carson Station Casino having a glass of wine and playing the video poker machines. Sitting on my right was a young fellow who was explaining to Doug, the bartender, that although he was working at the “Big O” as a tire changer he was really an inventor who was going to be quite rich one day.
Doug paid him the appropriate attention so he started to talk to several of the cocktail waitresses. He started to pick on one waitress who was visibly pregnant. He told her that she probably didn’t know who the father was since she was obviously the kind that slept around a lot. When I saw her become flustered and teary-eyed, I told the guy to mind his manners if he knew what was good for him. I guess the security guards knew what was going on because the jerk told me to “shut the f—k up” and I belted him and knocked him off the bar stool. Security surrounded us in seconds. Since Barbara and I are well known in all the bars and gin mills in Carson City, they escorted this creep out and told him never to return. We left the Station and did not return for several days. When I finally got the nerve to go back to the Sports Bar, I was greeted with applause, and a “Here’s Rocky.” The cocktail girls and bartender called me “ Rocky” all evening. Not bad for a guy in his seventies.