Thinking
about my younger brother who
passed
away a year and a half ago. Dave
loved
to eat and loved to make his annual
trips
to Las Vegas.
He
only played the slots, a game of chance
geared
to make the casinos lots of money.
And
I’m sure over time, Dave lost more than
he
won. Yet, year after year he fed those
hungry
bandits his nickles, dimes and quarters,
hoping
for a grand payoff.
I
went with Dave to Vegas a couple of times.
I
preferred black jack, a game of which statis-
tics
say the player has the best chance at win-
ning.
I won a bit occasionally, and I generally
quit
when I broke even. I’m not your died-in-
the-wool
gambler.
I
don’t much care either for the aura and
bright
lights of Las Vegas. But the people
watching
is entertaining, and the food is
bountiful
and generally good if you’re
familiar
with the territory. And brother
Dave
was an aficionado at that.
I
miss brother, Dave. Every fall I think about
him
and his excursions to Las Vegas, and him
plugging
away at his coveted slots, hoping
against
all odds for a big winner.
Not
that it matters to him now, but I think
he
would have been really upset when they
shut
Las Vegas down for a time during this
Corona-virus
Pandemic. He’d be praying
that
things would open up there come the
fall.
Oh,
they have casinos in St. Louis where
he
lived. He managed to play the slots there
weekly.
But as for Dave, he’d be the first to
tell
you, that that just wasn't the same.
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Chris
Hanch 6-28-2020
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