This year, though, we decided to meet in Vegas for a little five-day vacation. Just the two of us. Mom and Dad we'd see at Christmas. Time to do all the bonding we should have done in our youth, back when we argued over baseball cards and who got the top bunk.

If you've been to Vegas, you already understand that five days is far too many, but we didn't know that at the time. Now we do. Two days is OK. Three is perfect. Four or more and you are basically saying, "I don't like my current retirement financial plan. I think I'll start all over."

So the story ... We're at Paris, a casino on the Caesars Palace/Treasure Island end of the Strip. It's 3:30 a.m. and we decide to walk back to Bally's, another casino connected to Paris. As we cross into Bally's, a guy stumbles out of the Indigo Lounge, backward and nearly runs into us.

I didn't say anything, besides the usual, "Hey, look out." And as the guy turns, I had that look the woman has in "Terminator II" before she realizes Arnold is on her side. All I remember is seeing a face tattoo. That's right. It was Mike Tyson. To someone in Vegas that's not that unusual to see Mike Tyson in a casino at some ridiculous hour, but at that moment, it was two brothers originally from a farm in Kansas and the former heavyweight champion of the world, just standing there looking at each other. No one else within twenty feet.

Nothing bad happened. Tyson was so drunk he could barely stand or talk. He staggered back and forth a little before two women came out of the Indigo Lounge to claim him. Not sure if they were actually with him, or just two random women who had decided to claim him for the night.

About that time, other people began to notice the former heavyweight champ a few yards away, and young men gathered around, taking pictures with Tyson, who just kept smiling and staggering. Not sure if he actually knew what was going on. Guys were just kind of holding him up like a prop and getting their picture taken.

Finally, one of the women said enough was enough and they walked Tyson past the hotel's front desk toward the front door. I kept thinking something crazy was going to happen, kept telling my brother we needed to stay even though he was not all that intrigued by the sighting, but nothing crazy ever happened.

Couldn't stop thinking that someone should be watching Tyson. I mean, besides random women. Isn't that a public safety hazard of some sort? He bites people. I've seen it. Now that he's got no money, people must figure he can take care of himself.