We play poker. We play poker tough, hard and wild. Really wild. One-eyed jacks wild. Threes and nines wild, as in Baseball. All red cards wild as in Bloodbath. And we aren't afraid to lose, two dollars, three dollars, even ten dollars a night. We laugh together, we cry together, we nosh together. If this blog had a subhead, it would be The Fellowship of the Bluff.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Blue Gum Memories: Our Birding Weekend
I will speak of the Blue Gum Motel. Poker, and yes, Blood Bath, was played. Expertly by one player. Matches were used as chips, a romantic choice. One person won, won BIG, two others wept until dawn.
We played for matches and quarters. Eydie spat tobacco on my shoes twice. Sharper than a serpent's tooth is a gun moll for a wife.
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