This week we’re spending a few days in Atlantic City, where we’ll relax in a nice suite, wander on the beach, eat large portions of meat at a buffet, take in a show that hopefully involves some freakishly talented people, if not outright freaks, and I’ll speak with Nucky Thompson about providing protection for liquor shipments I’m sending to Janesville.
One thing I won’t be doing much? Gambling.
We spent Tuesday and Wednesday in Atlantic City and came back only $80 poorer. The highlight? Watching an elderly woman with big glasses and a kind smile who was hooked up to an oxygen machine but still managed to play the slots while smoking a cigarette. The city should put her on a billboard on a highway coming into town.
If Jon Gruden had called the action, he would have said, “You want to talk about dedication from a determined gambler. I tell you what, this lady is the real deal.”
We went to A.C. on the Hampton Luxury Liner, a nice bus that’s best known for transporting folks from New York City to the Long Island playgrounds during the summer months. It served as the perfect transportation for the two-and-a-half-hour trip. Big leather seats, headphones for listening to music or the on-board movie, free snacks, newspapers and beverages. Plug-ins for computers, free Wi-Fi.
This is not the type of bus I’m used to riding in.
