"Put money in thy purse..." (Othello I.3)

Imagine my surprise this morning when I opened the Sun-Sentinel to the editorial page and found my letter to the editor published in its entirety. If you'd like to read what was published you'll have to scroll down to the blog of August 26, "Bad Dog, Bad Dog"...unless, of course, you received an email about it. This is about the sixth letter I've had in that newspaper...every one of which I sent. They must like me. Anyway, I have to admit, it's really nice to see your name in the paper making me once again a "famous unknown author."

Yesterday, Labor Day, we and our neighbors, the Strumlaufs, spent the morning doing chores around our apartments and then at 2:30 we met down in the parking lot, and went on our merry way to "The Isle" casino in Pompano. This is a Las Vegas style casino with zillions of slot machines everywhere for one cent to five bucks. Lots of jingles and jangles and machine noises all around. There is a second floor with many poker tables, but no craps or blackjacks. Also two very pricey restaurants. Downstairs there is a really wonderful buffet where you can have lunch or dinner. I really didn't know how to go, but Lou and Annette said they did. I was told to get off at Atlantic Avenue. I said we were on Atlantic Avenue on our way to the Turnpike. "Oh," he said. "I meant, Atlantic Blvd." "Oh," I said, I don't think there is a southbound exit there." Annette (in the back seat) said, "Yes, Atlantic Blvd. And then you make a left to Powerline, and then a right at the light." Anway, Lou said there were "dozens" of signs along the way. I thought that was a huge exaggeration, and a hyperbole to boot. We saw one sign, and that said to get off at Exit 67. Exit 67 did not say Atlantic Blvd. so we just went right past it. Lou said, "I think we should have gotten off back there." I said, "Commercial Blvd. is next, we'll have to get off and make a U-Turn and go back North on the turnpike". So that's what we did...for an additional $.

Now, back on the turnpike we saw a sign saying Atlantic Blvd. Next Exit! I said, "I must get gas first, I'm down to the bottom," but Rhoda said if we stop for gas we'll miss the exis...I paid her no mind, so we stopped at the Plaza just before the exit road and I filled up. As we left the Plaza, we noticed that the Atlantic Blvd. exit was behind us. Oy! So we kept going and lo! Exit 67 came up and we finally made our way to the Casino and drove to the valet parking which was $6.

We decided to meet at the entrance at 5:45 and then drive to dinner somewhere. And so everyone went their own sweet way to lose our money, and that certainly was a putative result. We lost our money...Luckily we had enough left for our dinner. Decided we'd stop at a place we'd never been before called, "The Original Steak House and Sports Theater," right off Glades Rd. and the Tpk. Turned out to be the best move of the day. I had some Snow Crab legs and the other three losers had 7oz. filet mignons which they raved about. Also, we had a beautiful and friendly waitress. Then finally back to the condo where we played cards and chatted.

And so to bed.