I have never been a gambling man. I am one of those that prefer to have one bird in the hand, rather I have never been a gambling man. I am one of those that prefer to have one bird in the hand, rather than two in the bush, so I am pretty tight fisted with the money I have.
Back when I was working for the BC Forest Service, the workers all pooled money to buy a lottery ticket every week. I think most of them did it, dreaming of winning great wealth. I did for self defense. I knew it would drive me crazy if our office won big, and every one left to retire, and I would be the only one still working there.
On the Spring Break in 1993, we flew to Las Vegas to visit my brother Rob for a couple of days, and then flew on Los Angeles to visit visit my other brother Roy for a few days. After those two really interesting visits, we flew back to Vegas to catch our flight back to Canada.
Of course, one really can’t visit Vegas without going in and experiencing casino life, which I found very bizarre; all those people cemented to their stools in front of slot machines, spending their lives continually pressing the buttons to make the symbols spin around, hoping for a big payout. The bright colored flashing lights and the constant dinging of the bells, all added to the strange chaos.
Naturally, despite my feeling about gambling being a mug’s game, I did try a couple of nickel slot machines. I won $15 before I lost it, then quit.
I found our flight home also very interesting. When we were settling into our seats, everyone around us in the plane were talking about all the money they had lost. The guy in the seat beside me told me his story. He had missed his flight home, and so had to stay in Vegas for three extra days to catch another one. During those three days, I guess time was heavy on his hands so he started gambling. He told me he then lost “several thousands dollars”. I guess their motto about some things “staying in Vegas” i
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