faulker009

For those of you who have never been to Las Vegas, I’ve got two little words for you... DON’T DO IT! Oh, three little words. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE LAS VEGAS. For about eight hours at a time. Any more than that and you are guaranteed to have a nervous breakdown. Going to college in Los Angeles, we used to make many a spur-of-the-moment trip to Sin City. We would do the four-hour drive, in closer to three, always stopping in Barstow for a burger. We’d spend all night gambling.   Grab a half-pound kosher dog at Slots O’Fun for 99 cents. Nutrition is important. And drive home with nothing in our pockets. Almost every time. It was the one in ten where you actually won something that motivated you to come back. Kinda like that great eight-iron shot on 13 during your round of 107. We were clearly ignoring the odds and the fact that the hotels were getting bigger each time we went back. I love gambling. I love the slots.  I love the tables.  I love the sports book. But the g...

I subscribe to a bunch of magazines. It used to be more, before the financial reevaluation brought on by unemployment, but I still enjoy the ones I get. I get Rolling Stone and Sporting News, Sports Illustrated and Entertainment Weekly. ESPN the Magazine and I think one or two others. Playboy was a casualty of the unemployment.   It’s too bad, because they had great articles. Unfortunately I don’t always get a chance to read the magazines when they arrive. In fact, many times I have to wait until I have a plane trip to catch up on all of the latest news. Well, by the time I read the magazines it’s no longer news, but in a two-hour flight I can usually breeze through 10 or 12 periodicals. On my last trip I learned that Bob Hope had passed away. So sad.  I loved his gasoline commercials. I do get the morning newspaper delivered to my home and I am usually able to skim through that within a day or two of its arrival. Today on my lunch break, I set aside time to read today...