It’s just around the corner, hanging over my head, ready to rip freedom from my grasp one more time. Tomorrow at this time, I’ll be spinning out the tickets, sliding chips across the green felt, and convincing myself that I can do this for awhile longer. Forget the wine…give me whiskey! Gallons of it! OK…OK! I’m just kidding. Of course I can deal – and like it. Of all of the jobs I’ve ever held, it’s the one I like the best…and the only one I can envision myself doing on a daily basis. But damn it! It’s tough to think about going back to having to be somewhere – at a certain time – for a specified amount of time – five days a week.
Monthly Archives: August 2006
When a friend knocks…
I have never had to struggle to figure out the merit and value of one that I would class as a friend. I know who they are. I’ve never had to state, “He/she’s my best friend!” I don’t have BEST friends. I have friends that mean a lot to me, and each is special in their own way. And in the long run of it, what does ‘best’ mean? The best man at a wedding…what is he best at? If he’s the best, why is your wife marrying you? Ok…let’s don’t go there. Continue reading When a friend knocks…
Get a BIGGER Hammer!
I suppose this shouldn’t be funny, but in a sick, perverted way, it really is funny. I recently filed a claim with Cingular because a phone I carried insurance on bit the bottom of the lake. While chatting with Ken P. yesterday, I reported to him that I had a ‘destroyed phone’ to turn in to the insurance company. He replied that it must be the next post. Nope, nothing unusual to relate. But today, that all changed. Continue reading Get a BIGGER Hammer!
Wine and Poker
IMHO, the only way to play poker is when one is drinking. Of course I’m not a pro, Dimwitz. If I was, you’d be reading me while I bragged about my great plays and great lay downs. I can’t remember too many of either right at this moment. I do know that whiling away the hours playing on PartyPoker and PokerStars, is much easier to fade while I’m sucking down a few delightful glasses of Chillable Red…my fave. And if I was a pro, I wouldn’t get J-J beat by 9-10 when a 10 hit the flop and a 10 hit the River, even after I punished him with all my chips for his draw…and a few other digusting bullshit things that always happen when I’m in a tournament. That damn Card Fairy!
The Edgewater, Sandpoint Idaho
How I got to Sandpoint is a completely different story. And that is something that always brings a query to my thoughts when I see someone someplace that I can’t quite figure them in. What brought them there? On how I got to Sandpoint, that’s a story for another day. On the bar stories at the Edgewater: Continue reading The Edgewater, Sandpoint Idaho
Home but homeless!
This could be long or short – I’m just winging it. It’s kind of a mood thing. If I start writing, brain rambling, it could be lengthy as hell…
Thank God for Wal*Mart!
I’m a day behind with writing, mainly because I can’t drive and type at the same time. On that note, I missed a million great pictures because I can’t drive and take pictures at the same time…welll…I took a few. *cheater* Continue reading Thank God for Wal*Mart!
This really isn’t about road kill, but…it’s freaking amazing how many animals die at the hands of motorists. I know there’s no answer or cure, unless there was a way to train animals to be traffic aware. If a monkey can enter the WSOP, is it possible to teach these animals to play poker and avoid traffic? Years ago I had a deer dart out of the underbrush and run headfirst into the side of my car, almost knocking itself out. So even if you see them, and know they are there, they still are impossible to keep from hitting at times. It’s kind of freaky though, deer – too many to even try to count, racoons, skunks, rabbits, coyotes, and everything and anything that one can think of is splattered all over the roads, red splotches adorn the pavement marking the end of the their last journey. Continue reading Road Kill
Thirty six years
have come and gone since I tended bar at the Edgewater in Sandpoint. Kee-rist! Where did the years go? Truthfully, most of it was spent in pokerland but that aside, I have a lot of memories of this town and the people I knew when I lived here. At one point I worked for the Sears Catalogue Store as a service clerk. Sears didn’t want to pay anyone benefits so I was hired for five days a week at six hours a day. Several things happened while I worked at Sears that were quite memorable. Continue reading Thirty six years
Poker – We played a ‘fun money’ game
My brother Ken really wanted to play poker. I had him and his wife, Vicki, in the coach a few nights agoto check outmy new digs. And I forced them to sit for a few moments and watch me deal the 2005 Aruba event on DVD. He couldn’t believe that anyone would fold their first two cards without seeing the Flop. I semi/sort of tried to explain that the blinds were $8,000-16,000 (or something like that) and that you needed to either make a move on the pot, or fold to conserve your chips for when you made a big hand…blah, blah, blah. He still exclaimed over the fact and didn’t really listen to what I was saying. Continue reading Poker – We played a ‘fun money’ game