Uninviting Poker
On vacation recently, I thought about returning to a poker room I hadn’t played in for more than a decade. Here’s why I opted out.
On vacation recently, I thought about returning to a poker room I hadn’t played in for more than a decade. Here’s why I opted out.
This photo of a woman using a blender is part of the latest chapter in my ongoing saga, “Is Nobody Keeping An Eye On Inventory In America?” Read it here.
I just stayed in a Vegas hotel that is entirely smoke-free. It’s not the first, but I hope it won’t be the last. Here’s the story and some history.
I was amazed at the poker table the other night when one of the other players was regaling the guy next to him with details of hands he’d played over the last couple of months. Here’s why.
Here’s my story of being at a poker table when a new player sat down emitting what can only be called a foul body odor stench. What would you have done?
I like a lively group around a poker table, but when one guy started yelling at a casino employee about an admittedly bad policy, I had to jump into the fray. Here’s the story.