I had some pictures to put up, and started a post that required pictures. Alas, programmer changes going on at PokerWorks and the image manager is on hiatus, or dead, or just flat out to lunch for eternity. The programmers are working on it, so I’m told. And incidentally, for those of you that don’t know, I have no control over that, it’s in someone else’s hands. So the picture posts have to wait. Continue reading In the meantime →

My lunching pals met me at Macaroni Grill on Saturday.What a nice, fresh blast.It’s always a treat to take an hour or so out of a busy week and meet with them. We certianly never solve the problemsof the world, nor do we even try,but we get to touch bases and share a bit of our lives for a few moments before we slip back into the noisy, screaming insanity that mankind terms as daily living. L to R – Me, Carole, Gordon, Marie, and Viv:

Continue reading A life milestone →

and summer in Vegas, life is heating up again. I no longer have the continual aching kidney, high blood pressure, and a racing heart rate. I feel like a new person. How possible you are asking? Has a true miracle happened? Perhaps, perhaps not. Maybe it’s too soon to tell. After surviving Vytorin, Metoprolol, Benicar, and a few others things, I went back to the original prescription, hydrochlorothiazide, almost a week ago, (on the day I thought I was seriously going to die). Continue reading Like a blast from a launching rocket →

While dealing a $2-5NLH game, the 1s was having a little prissy fit over everything and anything. He was snarling when I got in the game and it didn’t change during my down. BTW, he was much too young to be a snarler. He complained a lot about his cards and seemed to have a visiting relationship with the 10s; anyway he kept leaning around me to talk to the 10s. Continue reading Sometimes you just have to be there →

I’ve spent some of the most miserable days of my life in the last few days. At least I quit singing in the Thetford. I gave up coffee on Sunday. How possible? I love coffee. I gave up wine about four months ago. I wonder…

But I expect to awaken today, full of energy and good cheer, and return to my duties as poker dealer. I have fun things to write about, and a few pictures to put up too. That will happen today when I jump up full of energy. Now I am still on the mend and Sand Woman Land is calling.

But this time physically and not in the head…some of it was in my head as I woke up to a headache that would kill a rock. In turn, all the gory details are that I was dizzy (motion sickness thing and dizziness just don’t bode well with me) and had to spend considerable time hugging the Thetford (that’s toilet talk in RV language). Continue reading Sick →

It’s about leaving the game from the dealer’s box, and although tipping is mentioned, it’s not the meat of what’s going on. When I leave a game, it’s my standard habit to quietly say, “Thanks everyone, have a good night.” I don’t clap my hands to show I’m not stealing chips (it’s not necessary in poker), I don’t say, “Good luck everyone!” or make a lot of racket to hint for a tip as I leave, or hang out to see if the player that won the last pot I dealt is going to remember me…I just quietly get up and push out of the box. Continue reading *BTW – this isn’t about tipping* →

An issue completely related to the tournaments – not only at Bellagio, but I would imagine every where in the world. During my sessions in The Fontana Lounge, dealing our tournaments, I repeatedly heard these words, “Dealers, if you deal three hands without seeing a flop, call me to the table.” That was in the matter of the super satellites, when it’s getting down to the wire on X amount of seats being awarded to the main event. Continue reading Thieves and cheats →

Of course I make my living on the generosity of poker players. I have worked games that had 25c rolls on the table and the quarters were used in the rake. Many a time I received a .25 tip and always said, “Thank you,” rapped it gently, and put it in my pocket – except for one time (that’s another story). Also we used to break our rake down to 50c increments in some games, and many a night I went to cash out with a bucket because if was filled with halves and quarters. Continue reading Tipping →