13 May 2001

Poker House

Neighborhood Poker House (allegedly)

I remembered to take the camera along while walking Kiwi this afternoon, but Steve/Carl was nowhere to be found. However, in order to preserve the memories after I leave the neighborhood, I did take a photo of the Poker House (allegedly) that is located just down the block from me. Just about any time -- morning, afternoon, evening, holiday (today being Mother's Day) -- there is a collection of cars parked around this odd house with no windows (notice they are boarded over) and no markings. That's because nobody really wants to be seen at the place, which is, according to reliable sources (though technically and legally hearsay -- hence my term "allegedly"), a bona fide poker house (allegedly). Even better, it's (allegedly) owned and run by the Greek family who has the restaurant up the street on the other side of my place. That probably explains the emptied cardboard boxes labeled "pita bread" I sometimes see outside the gambling establishment (allegedly) when it's trash collection time.

No -- Callie's family has nothing to do with the poker house.

[Posted @ 03:33 PM CST]