A few weeks back I couldn't stop making references to The Outsiders, and today it looks like it's Warner Bros. cartoons, because all day long I have been preparing myself for life after this weekend by repeating, "I am Paul Wm. Drew, millionaire, I own a mansion and a yacht". The reason this practice is necessary is that I will be travelling down to Atlantic City tomorrow with readers Mike A. and Will H. to see Don Rickles at Resorts, stay at the Tropicana, and accumulate vast wealth at the blackjack tables. Maybe enjoy some saltwater taffy, too. So look for some fun-filled photos and/or stories on Monday, unless I find myself far too rich to get my hands dirty with all this typing anymore.