Some of my fondest memories with my parents have to be when I learned how to play Keno while in a cafe at a hotel in Reno, Nevada. I was probably about 10 years old and I was just having breakfast with my folks before the dropped me off with some friends before they went gambling. We all sat down and my dad asked me to hand him the Keno card and crayon. I thought I would get to color some stuff or something but he soon showed me what he was doing. He let me pick some numbers and play my own card (even though I couldn’t).
Any time I make it to a casino in Nevada I remember to go and have breakfast in a cafe in a casino just so I can play Keno and remember those times.








