A Stinking Dilemma
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?
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.
I’m back from another trip to Vegas with stories about an amazing chip trick, a different kind of survey squad on the street, two restaurants I’d never been to, and a bunch of people just standing around.
Any time I think I’ve seen everything at a poker table, something happens that proves me wrong. Here’s a story from last weekend about a real nail-biter.
My thoughts on a proposal by a county commissioner in Las Vegas to close The Strip to vehicles and turn it into a pedestrian mall.
I spent last weekend in an entirely unmasked Las Vegas. To be honest, I didn’t wear one while playing poker, walking around town, and observing people, either. Here are a few stories from my trip.