We ended up renting a car for the one-way trip to New York. It cost about $100 and it was really a nice drive.
Neither of us had been to Atlantic City before
. And we thought we needed something special to come out of our having to rent a car. So a spur of the moment drive to the coast seemed in order. We drove into Atlantic City, parked, and walked into the closest casino. Michelle wanted to call her mom, so she found a pay phone. I wandered over to a roulette table and put $5 on odd. It hit. Our luck was looking up. I took the $5 I won and went to another table and put it on 9 (my birthday). The dealer informed me that this table was a $10 minimum. So instead of pulling my $5 off, I put my other five on 3 (March, my month). I looked around the casino watching all the old folks play slots. When I turned back I heard the dealer say, "Lucky man." My 3 hit, and I was $180 richer. I walked over to Michelle after my 5 minute absence. I showed her my chips, she told her mom we had to go, and we were done with Atlantic City. We checked out the beach for a few minutes, then headed toward New York.
We boarded a train from Richmond to New York to catch our flight. Well, boarded isn't the word. Attempted to board. Our train tickets were for immediate family of employees only. The Amtrak employee was quite the sleuth and wouldn't rest until she proved that we were imposters. She then explained that Michelle's uncle had broken several regulations in allowing us to use the tickets and that he would most likely be fired. Neither Michelle's tears or my winks and heavy petting would get the old woman to back down. So not only were we not allowed on the train, but we now had the extra baggage of guilt to carry around.