The doors open and three women step on: a blonde, a brunette and one whose hair has been bleached and blown dry so many times it's not a discernible color. He stands in the corner and tries to look like everyone else he may or may not be checking messages on his PDA, but he's pushing buttons on it and appears busy. Over one shoulder is a small messenger bag. He's dressed in a faded sea foam green Banana Republic polo shirt, khaki shorts from Target, and Birkenstock sandals. At 6-foot-3 and 245 pounds, he's a pretty big guy, though he 'carries it well.' His red hair is cut in a flattop, and he has a closely cropped beard, but he doesn't look particularly imposing. Dig if you will the picture: A middle-aged man stands in an elevator on the 26th floor of the Palazzo, one of the most luxurious (well, expensive) casino/resorts on the Las Vegas strip.