>  ML> weeks back - Pechanga (I hadn't heard of it
>  ML> before); it's almost exactly the same size
> That makes two of us.  I don't have much feelings about casinos.  When we first

I do, and they are mostly negative. As you
know, I've been known to use them to suit
my purposes, having grown up in an age when
their better restaurants were still loss 
leaders, and I was rather a bottomless pit.
Now one monster chicken thigh for $4 is
more my speed, though I admit that was
before dinner.

> started spending our winters here in LHC all of the inlaws wanted to meet in
> Las Vegas.  We'd flown through there a lot, and thanks to the inlaws spent
> quite a bit of time there.  Basically it's SOSDD after the first 2 trips there.

It doesn't become O for at least a week.
One of my routes for my cardiac walk 
takes me past a pile of coyote or lynx 
scat that has been sitting for some weeks
and has not yet changed color or shape,
though of course it's dried out almost
completely, as we've had 3 weeks without
rain. Our lives are a little groundhog
dayish, though last week was punctuated
by the hospital adventure.

>  My theory is that if I play the penny slots it's about the same cost per
> hour/minute as a movie, and a lot cheaper than skiing.  We did, just Connie and

Well, you could make steaks for less,
okay, bourguignonne, as steaks don't eat 
up enough time. Shuffleboard down at the 
clubhouse would be altogether free.

> I, start going back to see concerts.  Drive up in the afternoon, check into a
> hotel, do a concert, spend the night and drive back the next day.  I was
> looking at Fleetwood Mac tickets when Connie died, along with a week in Kauai
> for later in the winter (I'd found a B&B at our favorite place there, Maloaa
> Bay).

What's special about Maloaa Bay? I'm
more familiar with the east and south
coasts, as they're easy to navigate
by public trans or taxi, as I needed 
to sleep fairly near the airport.

> They put me on a local that wandered around to who knows where, but eventually
> ended up in Geneva about 1.5 hours after I was supposed to be there.  No
> biggie, the rail people were very accomodating, and the people on the local

As well they might. Before the EU, it
seems to me the delayed trains were
populated by conductors who were of 
the attitude that their being late to 
dinner was Your Fault.

> second train knowing I was a tourist were nice enough to tell me what was
> happening since I had no clue as to where I was.

The passengers always have been pretty
helpful to someone clutching a Fodor's
(vous) or stammering at them in archaic
French (moi).

> IIRC the last time I paid them it was for a loooong time.  I'll think about it
> though, not AARP the cooler, since I'll have to go back sometime shortly before
> Christmas to pickup the hearing aids.

You might even consider, then, a cigarette-
lighter-powered one that sits neatly on the
passenger seat; then you can pick up five
gallons of ice cream at once when you shop
the big lights.

>  ML> That's a bunch. So he can afford to send
>  ML> the kids to Princeton so they can make
>  ML> half as much.
> It's the old joke about skipping college to become a plumber and make more
> money...

Fancy school does, I admit, give you a
ticket to bigger lotteries, should you
be inclined in that direction. My school
claims 131 millionaires among its alumni.
That's substantial. No, wait, make that
billionaires. Then there are such as I.

>  ML> cutter to make the middle seam, which is
> You're fairly dexterous I'm sure you could manage.  It's just that I'm
> chea...uhhh frugal and hate to see all that plastic wasted for only one
> ackage.

What Lilli did. Froze portions in 
packages portioned for two and then
vacuumed them in sets of 3. She can
tolerate more turkey than I can.

>  ML> Southern Cooking ... so one might serve it with a
>  ML> chilled Burgundy and call it poule Anderson.
> Boo!

Ain't Halloween no mo.

I was reading up on something, and I found
this anecdote, which actually stars a guy I
know and who treated Lilli and me to dinner 
earlier this year.

 A few years ago at our Air Traffic Centre we received
 warning that an undisclosed number of US Air Force B2
 Bombers would be crossing our FIR [Flight Information
 Region] at a particular time on a particular day.
 They would check in with us as they entered our
 airspace and check out again as they left. They gave
 us the callsign to expect, and the route was known,
 so it was logical to assume that they would contact
 us at a certain time at a certain place. The callsign
 and reporting points have been changed to protect the
 innocent. Being the then famous new 'Stealth' bombers 
 we would know little about it but they would pay us
 the courtesy of letting us know they were there.
 Eric, a very capable controller with a keen sense of
 humour was on position, and heard, "UAE Area, this is
 USAFB2. This is a courtesy call advising that we are
 about to enter your airspace." Eric replied, "USAFB2,
 welcome to UAE Airspace, we have you on radar 200
 miles out over LOTUS, hope you enjoy your visit."
 Without thinking the Stealth Bomber replied, "Thank
 you UAE, it a pleasure to be... Wait - you got us
 on Radar? 200 miles out? You shittin' me?" "That's
 affirmative USAFB2," said Eric, "I'm shittin' you.
 Enjoy your visit." - from businessballs.com