Pioneer, Ca. - miles traveled: 672
I left San Rafael (pronounced in the gringoized "Ra-Fell") at about 10:45 yesterday, traveling slightly North and mostly East. Destination? Pioneer, California, home of my uncle Jay and aunt Diana. We're talking a mountain pine trees no cell phone service one main road kind of town. It's a bit isolated, but it's beautiful country. One road in and out, and while my GPS had a little bit of a tough time once I got onto the smaller roads, it got me to the general vicinity just fine. And it's only 20 minutes from the Jackson Rancheria Indian Casino. Guess where we went last night?
I played a little "Let it Ride," $5 Blackjack, and 3-6 Hold 'Em. Losses: $63. Three casinos in three days, and that ends my casino play until Vegas. It was a nice place, but I think I saw more Gandhi-Indians than Native Americans. And they didn't serve alcohol! At least if I'm going to lose my money, let me get drunk doing it. And do I have to point out the irony of an Indian casino not serving alcohol? Since there was no hooch, that meant the age limit was 18. There's really nothing sadder than an 18 yr. old losing his whole Burger King paycheck at the Blackjack table. My aunt and uncle are frequent visitors, so we were comped at the buffet. The Nathanson/Greenspan family rolls like gangstas in Pioneer. Recognize.
Today I travel up North towards the California/Oregon border to check out my family land. Sometime in the early seventies, my dad's boss convinced him to buy two acres of land near the border. My parents rational was that if Armageddon ever broke out, they'd always have a plot of land to flee to. Armageddon is Armageddon, whether you're in L.A. or at the California/Oregon border, so I'd guess that nowhere would be safe for us Jew heathens, but that's beside the point. I'm sure I'll be fleeing something at some point in my life, so it's nice to know there's a predetermined fleeing point.
I'll leave you with this - I woke up this morning with the dream I was dreaming so fresh I must have been dreaming it right as I awoke. A really bad wedding singer was singing the same line over and over again - "Love is like a coin toss, sometimes you get head, and sometimes you get tail." Now, is this a line anyone's ever heard before, or am I writing bad Andrew Dice Clay jokes in my sleep?
4 comments:
I wrote the song "Love is like a coin toss" back in '69 when my camp was invaded in Ping-Pong, Vietnam.
Heads or Tails Cocktails.
Call it in the air,...you get it right, your drink is half price.
Get it wrong, your drink is double price.
My question is this:
You have a mile counter at the top of most posts (you really should be more consistent in that): How are you keeping track of the miles? Did you set the tacometer on the Trudel, and won't reset it until you're back home?
I'm just making sure you're scientific in your mileage calculations, because you wouldn't want to be misleading your dedicated followers, or be labeled a fraud.
p.s.--make sure to mark your territory today when you visit your land. Pee on a tree or something.
Sometimes you get both at the same time
-Drew
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