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Dear Ann Landers,
y wife and I recently returned from a vacation in Nevada. As senior citizens, we enjoy the entertainment and wonderful food the gaming casinos provide for their customers. What troubled us greatly was the lack of attention given children by their parents. Very late one evening, we observed two preteen girls asking for money in exchange for pressing the floor button for adults riding the elevator. Another time, we observed a child, about 8 years old, walking through the casino alone, drinking leftover alcoholic beverages. We live in dangerous times. While security personnel are there to help, they cannot do everything. Please tell those parents who ignore their children that while they entertain themselves, they are gambling with something far more precious than money.

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, whatever they needed I provided. What really hurt my son and I the most was the obituary - we were not mentioned at all. Our friends (mine and hers) were appalled. I was embarrassed and upset for not just me, but for my son-who loved her also. I never been so upset. Her x-husband put his wife and kids and their grandchildren in the obituary, who my girlfriend barely knew. They live an hour away from us. I know its silly to be mad over a little section of the newspaper, but it still hurts. Will time let this devastating loss of her and this article ever go away? I am so angry at this whole situation, its not like we can go and rewrite an obituary notice.

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