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Undaunted, 1 called back Monday morning, and was immediately connected with a Mr. Cross (names have been changed to protect the guilty). I told the story of what had happened to me at the Gong casino on the previous Thursday, and his voice told me he was not enthusiastic about addressing my problem. He said the person who handled the Gong casino was unavailable, and to call again in two days. I called again two days later, only to be told that the man I needed to talk to was out of town, and to try again. I'll spare you details of the long and circuitous string of phone calls I made to the Commission (I later figured out that Mr. Cross was sloughing me off, hoping I would be discouraged and go away). He finally said Yes, he had at last spoken to the official in charge of monitoring the Gong casino and, surprise!, there were no cameras in operation at my table at the time of the heist.
Crushed, I hung up the phone and figured it was time to throw in the towel. There was no place else for me to go.

Years later, when I and thousand of others were taken in by a major casino's phony-baloney newspaper promotion, I again contacted the Casino Control Commission. This time I had the "smoking gun"—a complete and perfect paper trail of the scam! Did justice triumph this time? Was the casino nailed for its transgressions? More on that later.

The blatant Gong casino robbery rankled me for months—it still hurts today. After mulling it over and over I think I figured out why they pulled this cheap scam. Kirk Kerkorian can fly a casino executive all the way to Australia to tell Kerry Packer that the MGM Grand doesn't want his business, but what recourse does the casino have against a relatively penny-ante hit-and-run guy like myself? The answer is as simple as it is primitive. They mug him!