I think I played pretty well. I overplayed a pair of 5's that lost to a pair of kings, but other than that I made really good reads and played tight-aggressive. At one point I hadn't played a hand in about 40 minutes, but I reaped the benefits of that as people respected my bets and raises in marginal situation later. The was one hand I was particularly proud of.
About 3 hours in they brought a new player to our table. At the same time I was about to be the big blind. As the guy( Mr. Orange) sat down I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, that he was counting my chips and the chips of the player to my left ( the small blind). " What the hell is this guy doing counting my chips I wondered ?" The cards were dealt and Orange, second to act, bet out $1000. Now the blinds were 150-300 with $50 antes....so this guy was betting 1000 into a $950 pot in early position....in his first hand at the table. The whole thing smelled funny. I though, if no one else calls this guy down, I'm betting back at him regardless of what two cards I have. In a turn of good fortune I looked down to see KJ offsuit, but it didn't matter. I was going to play back at him regardless and called out "raise to $2000".
Not wanting to show that he just got caught with his pants down, Mr. Orange reluctantly threw another 1000 chip into the pot and prayed that he'd catch something on the flop. Before the dealer even flipped over the flop and spread it out, I called out " bet, $2000", and threw two 1000 chips into the pot. This was half of my remaining stack...tempting Mr. Orange to put me all in....but it wasn't an all-in bet by me. This type of play lets him know that I want him to call...I want more of his money...that I'm not scared of him or the flop.
Mr. Orange was not pleased. He used the old poker trick of asking me " how much do you have left?" Now, at other times, I had fumbled around with my chips and miscounted once or twice...which I always do, as a policy, whether I have a good hand or bad hand. But this guy hadn't seen any of that as it had been his first hand at the table. I knew that if I showed weakness he might play back at me, but if I showed confidence that he'd have no choice but to fold.
One thing I should note at this point is that my table was in a corner and was surrounded on two sides by plexiglass. Behind me was a buddy and two of my uncles and their wives. They had been watching and when I checked my cards they could see what I had. They had to be wondering what the heck I was doing playing back at this guy and then fire out into a flop that was 9 - 8 - 2.
As tension hung in the air I put on the best act I could. I took a bite of my hamburger for effect, washed it down with a drink, then began to count slowly, methodically, and with a confidence voice. " $1000 in 100s.....that's $250 in 25s....another $250 in" Before I got to $1750 he had already mucked his cards..." take it down, it's yours" he conceided.
Before I could reach for the chips I was scared out of my seat by a roar and an excited pounded on the glass. " HOLY SHIT !" the guy next to me yelled, " What the hell is that ?" We turned around to see my uncles with broad smiles on their faces high fiving each other and pounding on the plexiglass.
" Have they been drinking ?" someone asked.
I replied, " you should see them when the STOP drinking"
Monday, September 26, 2005
back to my day job
Well it doesn't look like an early retirement for me yet.
Laster 4.5 hours and played very well. I had one stint where i played one hand for 40 minutes...very patient. That was followed by a nice run where I got cards and I had the respect of the other players due to my previous patience. At the end of that run, I was second at my table in chips and looked down to see AK offsuit. I made a raise and got one caller. The flop was K 8 8 . I figured iff the dude had a pocket eight after my raise, then it was fate and I put the guy all-in. He did and it was. From then on it was just treading water hoping for a run of good luck. I battled well, but eventually the blinds ate me up.
Towards the end of the tourney ( for me anyway) I guy joined our table. He had a huge stack and he looked like hell. At the next break he told me that he had played the previous morning, lasted a while, then busted out. Right as he busted out, there was a super sattalite tourney starting so he joined it for kicks. HE WON IT. He won a $10,000 entry and $12,000 in cash. Trouble was, that ended at 2am. He said that he was so jacked from winning that he couldn't sleep. He was already entered in the $500 tourney so he came downstairs had some breakfast then started playing the game we were in. He was so tired that he couldn't concentrate very well, so whenever he had decent cards he would just bet hard. At worst, he figured, he'd bust out and be able to go to sleep. As it worked out he just kept scaring people off, and when he did get a caller he got lucky. The guy had been awake for 36 hours...and when I left he was looking to have to play another 5 hours of poker, at least. I bet he won.
Laster 4.5 hours and played very well. I had one stint where i played one hand for 40 minutes...very patient. That was followed by a nice run where I got cards and I had the respect of the other players due to my previous patience. At the end of that run, I was second at my table in chips and looked down to see AK offsuit. I made a raise and got one caller. The flop was K 8 8 . I figured iff the dude had a pocket eight after my raise, then it was fate and I put the guy all-in. He did and it was. From then on it was just treading water hoping for a run of good luck. I battled well, but eventually the blinds ate me up.
Towards the end of the tourney ( for me anyway) I guy joined our table. He had a huge stack and he looked like hell. At the next break he told me that he had played the previous morning, lasted a while, then busted out. Right as he busted out, there was a super sattalite tourney starting so he joined it for kicks. HE WON IT. He won a $10,000 entry and $12,000 in cash. Trouble was, that ended at 2am. He said that he was so jacked from winning that he couldn't sleep. He was already entered in the $500 tourney so he came downstairs had some breakfast then started playing the game we were in. He was so tired that he couldn't concentrate very well, so whenever he had decent cards he would just bet hard. At worst, he figured, he'd bust out and be able to go to sleep. As it worked out he just kept scaring people off, and when he did get a caller he got lucky. The guy had been awake for 36 hours...and when I left he was looking to have to play another 5 hours of poker, at least. I bet he won.
Friday, September 23, 2005
All the good ideas are taken
Every time I come up with a great idea I find out that I'm about 6 months behind.
When I was a kid I was psyched to come up with the idea that the turn signal should be built so that when you turn the wheel back, it automatically turns off...then I found out that exactly how it's build.
Taking advantage of the female propensity to overreact to anything they see on the news, I came up with the idea of a ready made emergency kit for use in case of a hurricane or whatever. Then I came across this
http://www.areyouprepared.com/4persondeluxebackpack.html
It's so cool, I might have to buy one.
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Chief Sitting Bull
H.H. Kramer used to always play his first game of the night with Charles. Charles was like playing a computer. He never took any risks or did anything fancy. He always kept his pawns connected and if he could trade you pieces, he'd do it in a heartbeat. His style was simple, moderately effective, and methodical to the point of approaching boring. If you played Charles in a game a chess you could count on two things; the game would take at least an hour, and in the end the only pieces on the board would be kings and pawns.
And at face value, that's pretty much how Charles lived his life.
Charles would walk over to club, say a few pleasant simple words, play his games, and go home. We knew he had survived pancreatic cancer, we knew he was married, and we knew, by the occasional t-shirt logo of simple piece of jewelry, that he had an interest in American Indians. Other than that, there wasn't really much more to know....or so we thought.
On night we were out having a couple of beers and ran into a guy. " You guys play chess ? My wife's ex-husband plays chess. His name is Charles, do you know him ?"
Then we heard the story:
Charles was living a normal life... get up, go to work, come home, hang out with his wife, watch a little TV, etc. etc. Then one night he saw a television program on American Indians. Intrigued, he went to the library and got a couple of books. Months later, the local university has a demonstration of local Native American dance. Charles and his wife went and Charles found the dance and dress of the native Americans to be as interesting as their history. At the event they received information about some gatherings ( pow-wows I suppose) on the east coast. Excited, Charles made reservations ( no pun intended) and schedule their next vacation to attend one of the pow-wows. Now Charles' wife was being supportive of his new found interest and attended this pow-wow, but frankly she really wasn't interested. After the trip to the University and to the pow-wow, she felt that she had put her obligatory time in. She told Charles that she supported his interest, but that she really wasn't that interested in American Indians...but that if he wanted to go to the weekend events, he could go on ahead without her. A month later there was a big gathering in Maine and with the blessing of his wife, Charles went off to pursue his hobby.
Sunday night, the door opened and Charles returned home. Accompanying him and his overnight bag was a short middle aged woman. " Honey," he announced, " I have someone I'd like you to meet. This is my Indian wife, Marta, she'll be living with us for now on."
Somehow, Charles had convinced himself that it was perfectly appropriate for him to go up to Maine, to meet a woman, to marry her in an Indian ceremony, to bring her home, and that his wife would understand.
She did not.
I suppose the moral of the story is that people do not always appear to be what they seem. That the mild mannered man sitting across the board from you boring you into a draw very well might be a mild mannered dellusional bigamist.
When I was a kid I was psyched to come up with the idea that the turn signal should be built so that when you turn the wheel back, it automatically turns off...then I found out that exactly how it's build.
Taking advantage of the female propensity to overreact to anything they see on the news, I came up with the idea of a ready made emergency kit for use in case of a hurricane or whatever. Then I came across this
http://www.areyouprepared.com/4persondeluxebackpack.html
It's so cool, I might have to buy one.
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Chief Sitting Bull
H.H. Kramer used to always play his first game of the night with Charles. Charles was like playing a computer. He never took any risks or did anything fancy. He always kept his pawns connected and if he could trade you pieces, he'd do it in a heartbeat. His style was simple, moderately effective, and methodical to the point of approaching boring. If you played Charles in a game a chess you could count on two things; the game would take at least an hour, and in the end the only pieces on the board would be kings and pawns.
And at face value, that's pretty much how Charles lived his life.
Charles would walk over to club, say a few pleasant simple words, play his games, and go home. We knew he had survived pancreatic cancer, we knew he was married, and we knew, by the occasional t-shirt logo of simple piece of jewelry, that he had an interest in American Indians. Other than that, there wasn't really much more to know....or so we thought.
On night we were out having a couple of beers and ran into a guy. " You guys play chess ? My wife's ex-husband plays chess. His name is Charles, do you know him ?"
Then we heard the story:
Charles was living a normal life... get up, go to work, come home, hang out with his wife, watch a little TV, etc. etc. Then one night he saw a television program on American Indians. Intrigued, he went to the library and got a couple of books. Months later, the local university has a demonstration of local Native American dance. Charles and his wife went and Charles found the dance and dress of the native Americans to be as interesting as their history. At the event they received information about some gatherings ( pow-wows I suppose) on the east coast. Excited, Charles made reservations ( no pun intended) and schedule their next vacation to attend one of the pow-wows. Now Charles' wife was being supportive of his new found interest and attended this pow-wow, but frankly she really wasn't interested. After the trip to the University and to the pow-wow, she felt that she had put her obligatory time in. She told Charles that she supported his interest, but that she really wasn't that interested in American Indians...but that if he wanted to go to the weekend events, he could go on ahead without her. A month later there was a big gathering in Maine and with the blessing of his wife, Charles went off to pursue his hobby.
Sunday night, the door opened and Charles returned home. Accompanying him and his overnight bag was a short middle aged woman. " Honey," he announced, " I have someone I'd like you to meet. This is my Indian wife, Marta, she'll be living with us for now on."
Somehow, Charles had convinced himself that it was perfectly appropriate for him to go up to Maine, to meet a woman, to marry her in an Indian ceremony, to bring her home, and that his wife would understand.
She did not.
I suppose the moral of the story is that people do not always appear to be what they seem. That the mild mannered man sitting across the board from you boring you into a draw very well might be a mild mannered dellusional bigamist.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Boardwalk Woes
I heard on the radio that there's a big push in Ocean City to establish a Bay side boardwalk. My question, naturally, is does Ocean City really need more pizza and dirty sayings on t-shirts ?
I've never been a fan of the boardwalk. The one in AC has the pushcart dudes and they freak me out. There are like 100 of them and they swarm like sea gulls to a french fry every time you leave the boardwalk. I think I've seen two people riding in those things ever. The whole thing has to be some sort of a front.
I had my boy out on his new bike yesterday. He learned to ride without training wheels, both my kids did, last week. But the boy is a little small for the bike and a tad shaky, so we went to practice. He did great. What struck me though, was how freakin happy kids are while riding their bikes. I always see kids zipping around. No going anywhere, just enjoying the feel of spinning around. And they are super happy. Adults should ride bikes more often. Not for fitness or training or anything...just to ride. I bet it would make them happy.
Has anyone seen that Fox dancing show ? I watch it. There I said it. I don't know anything about dancing, but the judges are mental patients. At least one of the cries every week and they all have a chip on their shoulder about their "art" not getting the proper respect. What better yet is to watch them argue among themselves, each touting thier own discipline. Nothing much more entertaining than some old broads arguing with drag queens.
I also watched the INXS thing. At least the last two weeks I did. It sucked. INXS is like 100 years old. Odd thing is that the dude who won can sing and for the final show the band got up and played. THEY ROCKED. The show also had some pretty good rock songs that you rarely hear anymore. Finally, one loser dude did a cover of Bohemian Rhapsody. Covering that takes some balls and he pulled it off..but it made me think about how freaking good that song is and how great that album is. I'm not a music buff, but I'd have to put that up there among the better albums of all time.
Man I'm all over the place. The poker tourney better come soon. I'm now sure how much longer I can ride the manic before the depressive sets in.
I've never been a fan of the boardwalk. The one in AC has the pushcart dudes and they freak me out. There are like 100 of them and they swarm like sea gulls to a french fry every time you leave the boardwalk. I think I've seen two people riding in those things ever. The whole thing has to be some sort of a front.
I had my boy out on his new bike yesterday. He learned to ride without training wheels, both my kids did, last week. But the boy is a little small for the bike and a tad shaky, so we went to practice. He did great. What struck me though, was how freakin happy kids are while riding their bikes. I always see kids zipping around. No going anywhere, just enjoying the feel of spinning around. And they are super happy. Adults should ride bikes more often. Not for fitness or training or anything...just to ride. I bet it would make them happy.
Has anyone seen that Fox dancing show ? I watch it. There I said it. I don't know anything about dancing, but the judges are mental patients. At least one of the cries every week and they all have a chip on their shoulder about their "art" not getting the proper respect. What better yet is to watch them argue among themselves, each touting thier own discipline. Nothing much more entertaining than some old broads arguing with drag queens.
I also watched the INXS thing. At least the last two weeks I did. It sucked. INXS is like 100 years old. Odd thing is that the dude who won can sing and for the final show the band got up and played. THEY ROCKED. The show also had some pretty good rock songs that you rarely hear anymore. Finally, one loser dude did a cover of Bohemian Rhapsody. Covering that takes some balls and he pulled it off..but it made me think about how freaking good that song is and how great that album is. I'm not a music buff, but I'd have to put that up there among the better albums of all time.
Man I'm all over the place. The poker tourney better come soon. I'm now sure how much longer I can ride the manic before the depressive sets in.
hurricane magnet
So I heard this morning on the radio that the New Orleans evacuees who are in the Astrodome are being evacuated out of Houston because of the new hurricane. I gotta wonder who the hell is going to take those people. Apparently one of them has pissed off Mother Nature and she's not giving up until this thing is settled.
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H. H. Kramer was one of the origional members of the little chess club we were running here in town. The guy insisted that everyone call him Kramer. He was a marginal, but capable, chess player and a very eclectic guy. Every week he'd show up with something to hand out. One week it was body building books from the 60's ...which was a little odd as the guy is in his sixties, about five foot 3 and maybe 130 lbs. He'd offer magazines, books, and occassionally some bizarre hand carved chess sets. About every month he'd take up a collection and head to New England where he knew where to score black market chess clocks. WTF, black market chess clocks ?
So after a while, someone finally asked, " Hey Kramer...what's the H.H. stand for ?" to which he replied... " Nothing...it's just Kramer." So we started trying to speculate what the heck his name was. It got bad enough that I checked the county's tax roles to find out. In the tax book, he is listed as...H. H. Kramer. " What the hell could it be ?" we wondered. The best would could come up with was Herbert Hoover, although Heil Hitler had been considered a front runner for a while.
Finally someone came up with the idea of calling his house. We'd call until we got his wife then ask her, " Hello Mrs. Kramer, is your husband home ?" Luckily she answered on the first try...." Hello Mrs. Kramer, is your husband home ?", " Why yes he is" she replied, then yelled to him from across the house, " KRAMER, THE PHONE IS FOR YOU !"
7 years later, it remains a mystery.
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Mike Matasow is insane. Well, at the very least he's troubled.
He's a professional poker player best knows for having an emotional meltdown on ESPN at the 2004 World Series of Poker.
After that event he spent 6 months in jail. Someone he played poker with kept asking him if he could score coke. After being badgered over and over, he made a couple of calls and got the guy a little bit of coke to get the guy off his back. Turns out the guy was an undercover cop. The charges were bullshit, and he was told that all they wanted was the guy whole sold him the coke and that they would let him go. He refused to give up the name and got 6 months for some watered down crap.
Anyway, he got out just before this years WSOP and tore it up finishing at the final table and winning a million bucks. In the post event interview he stated that he had no respect for money, that he already owed a bunch of his winnings and the rest he'd probably blow on sports betting. He said he loved the action and it was eventually all going to end very badly. Sure enough, a month later he was online asking for other pros to front him some cash. As he had explained, he was among the best players in the world and there would always be someone to pay his entry, or at worst, mortgage his house.
Anyway, last night he was 5th overall at the Borgota Open in Atlantic City, which is amazing considering that there were hundreds of entrants. At 8:00 pm were 48 players left and they pay 45 deep. Matasow could have, literally, gotten up from the table, walked to the airport, gotten on a plane, and still made a decent payday just letting his chip lay on the table. At worst, he could have just bullied the short stacks and stayed away from the other dangerous players for a couple of hands and he was assurred of $10,000...with the winner getting over a million.
Instead, Matasow went right after the third placed player with a vengence. Finally the 3rd placed player calls him and the flop comes Ah, 4h, 4s. The other player checks, Matasow bets, and the guy raises to $75,000. This is the guy announcing, " I HAVE GOOD CARDS". Any reasonable player walks away from that scenario...Matsow called. The next card falls and it's a king of hearts. For the non poker players I'll explain that the board is threatening 3 of a kind, a full house, and a massive flush. At the very least, Matasow with his pair of Ace - Nine has to fear that the other guy has an ace with a face card. The fire bells are ringing..." GET OUT GET OUT" ....Mattasow pushed all of his $300,000 into the middle of the table. The other player had both a 4 AND the flush.
Mike Matasow is on a plane this morning, going home to Vegas.
Just like he wanted.
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H. H. Kramer was one of the origional members of the little chess club we were running here in town. The guy insisted that everyone call him Kramer. He was a marginal, but capable, chess player and a very eclectic guy. Every week he'd show up with something to hand out. One week it was body building books from the 60's ...which was a little odd as the guy is in his sixties, about five foot 3 and maybe 130 lbs. He'd offer magazines, books, and occassionally some bizarre hand carved chess sets. About every month he'd take up a collection and head to New England where he knew where to score black market chess clocks. WTF, black market chess clocks ?
So after a while, someone finally asked, " Hey Kramer...what's the H.H. stand for ?" to which he replied... " Nothing...it's just Kramer." So we started trying to speculate what the heck his name was. It got bad enough that I checked the county's tax roles to find out. In the tax book, he is listed as...H. H. Kramer. " What the hell could it be ?" we wondered. The best would could come up with was Herbert Hoover, although Heil Hitler had been considered a front runner for a while.
Finally someone came up with the idea of calling his house. We'd call until we got his wife then ask her, " Hello Mrs. Kramer, is your husband home ?" Luckily she answered on the first try...." Hello Mrs. Kramer, is your husband home ?", " Why yes he is" she replied, then yelled to him from across the house, " KRAMER, THE PHONE IS FOR YOU !"
7 years later, it remains a mystery.
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Mike Matasow is insane. Well, at the very least he's troubled.
He's a professional poker player best knows for having an emotional meltdown on ESPN at the 2004 World Series of Poker.
After that event he spent 6 months in jail. Someone he played poker with kept asking him if he could score coke. After being badgered over and over, he made a couple of calls and got the guy a little bit of coke to get the guy off his back. Turns out the guy was an undercover cop. The charges were bullshit, and he was told that all they wanted was the guy whole sold him the coke and that they would let him go. He refused to give up the name and got 6 months for some watered down crap.
Anyway, he got out just before this years WSOP and tore it up finishing at the final table and winning a million bucks. In the post event interview he stated that he had no respect for money, that he already owed a bunch of his winnings and the rest he'd probably blow on sports betting. He said he loved the action and it was eventually all going to end very badly. Sure enough, a month later he was online asking for other pros to front him some cash. As he had explained, he was among the best players in the world and there would always be someone to pay his entry, or at worst, mortgage his house.
Anyway, last night he was 5th overall at the Borgota Open in Atlantic City, which is amazing considering that there were hundreds of entrants. At 8:00 pm were 48 players left and they pay 45 deep. Matasow could have, literally, gotten up from the table, walked to the airport, gotten on a plane, and still made a decent payday just letting his chip lay on the table. At worst, he could have just bullied the short stacks and stayed away from the other dangerous players for a couple of hands and he was assurred of $10,000...with the winner getting over a million.
Instead, Matasow went right after the third placed player with a vengence. Finally the 3rd placed player calls him and the flop comes Ah, 4h, 4s. The other player checks, Matasow bets, and the guy raises to $75,000. This is the guy announcing, " I HAVE GOOD CARDS". Any reasonable player walks away from that scenario...Matsow called. The next card falls and it's a king of hearts. For the non poker players I'll explain that the board is threatening 3 of a kind, a full house, and a massive flush. At the very least, Matasow with his pair of Ace - Nine has to fear that the other guy has an ace with a face card. The fire bells are ringing..." GET OUT GET OUT" ....Mattasow pushed all of his $300,000 into the middle of the table. The other player had both a 4 AND the flush.
Mike Matasow is on a plane this morning, going home to Vegas.
Just like he wanted.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
still here
I'll post soon. I'm working on an idea to write about. Well, that and playing as much poker as possible in preparation for Saturday. Skipping Friday to save up stamina and to focus on Saturdays event. More later...
Thursday, September 15, 2005
nevermind
I pulled down this morning's post. My apologies to anyone who was subjected to my rant. Not for the content, but for the fact that I would spout on about my opinions on politics, race, and morality.
The fact is that unless you are actually going to do something about it, talking about all that shit is an illussion. Largely political and social debate is hot air, a distraction, and a false sense of empowerment and rightousness.
Plus, no one likes a bore.
In other news, I met might son's kindegarten teacher for the second time last night. The first enoucounter was very very weird. She acted is if we knew each other...and that however we knew each other was not a very good thing. Worse yet, way back in my mind I kept thinking " man this chick looks familiar" and " I have a very bad feeling about this". My wife, of course thought I was nuts. Well we both went in there last night and I walked up and intoduced myself to the teacher and then introduced my wife. What followed could not have been more awkward if I had let out a huge fart that left a spoonfull in my shorts. The three of us stood there with the teacher refusing to make eye contact and making long pauses and monosyllabic answers to our inquiries into our son's progress. This bubbly kindergarten teacher suddenly clammed up and got very anxious. I thought that maybe I was imagining things until we walked out of the room and my wife asked, " What the hell was that ?!"....then, " Did you sleep with her ?"
The whole thing is really weird and is starting to freak me out.
Ron's theory is that the woman acts like that to everyone and there's a portion of the community who went home last night with their wives asking, " did you sleep with her ?" That's plausible, but I have a sneaking suspicion that it's something more than that.
The fact is that unless you are actually going to do something about it, talking about all that shit is an illussion. Largely political and social debate is hot air, a distraction, and a false sense of empowerment and rightousness.
Plus, no one likes a bore.
In other news, I met might son's kindegarten teacher for the second time last night. The first enoucounter was very very weird. She acted is if we knew each other...and that however we knew each other was not a very good thing. Worse yet, way back in my mind I kept thinking " man this chick looks familiar" and " I have a very bad feeling about this". My wife, of course thought I was nuts. Well we both went in there last night and I walked up and intoduced myself to the teacher and then introduced my wife. What followed could not have been more awkward if I had let out a huge fart that left a spoonfull in my shorts. The three of us stood there with the teacher refusing to make eye contact and making long pauses and monosyllabic answers to our inquiries into our son's progress. This bubbly kindergarten teacher suddenly clammed up and got very anxious. I thought that maybe I was imagining things until we walked out of the room and my wife asked, " What the hell was that ?!"....then, " Did you sleep with her ?"
The whole thing is really weird and is starting to freak me out.
Ron's theory is that the woman acts like that to everyone and there's a portion of the community who went home last night with their wives asking, " did you sleep with her ?" That's plausible, but I have a sneaking suspicion that it's something more than that.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Can we start a new position of Emperor of the Supreme Court ?
Liberal or conservative, there's no way to deny the impressive show that Roberts put on yesterday. I watched a great deal of the testimony and was blown away at his powers of recollection, deduction, and articulation. He's definitely down with all the cool shit that ends with "-tion". To bad he isn't up for elecTION.
Meanwhile the committee Senator are doing their best to undermine the credibility of the democratic process. Shumer alone had 49 first person references in his opening session of 'questioning'. This article does a pretty funny job of assessing day 1.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/09/12/AR2005091200916_pf.html
I understand there needs to be a process of evaluation in place. I also understand the seriousness of the appointment and it is necessary to have a rigorous evaluation. Unfortunately, the committee ( on both sides of the aisle) is stocked with people so entrenched in their Senate seats that their constituency wouldn't vote them out of office even if they got caught fucking an underage, Islamic, dead dog. This pretty much assures a circus regardless of the nominee and who nominates him.
And what's worse, it seems the more qualified the candidate ( as in this case) then the bigger the circus. These guys know that Roberts is the right guy for the job, so the entire process has become a sideshow for self promotion, fund raising, politicking, and political leveraging. Biden, Shumer and Feinstein were especially embarrassing, but should there be a democratically appointed nominee I we could expect the same idiocy out of the republicans.
As embarrassing as the contrast in intellect, experience, composure, between the nominee and committee is, we should all be grateful that the panel isn't being conducted by the House. Those nimwits would accuse Jesus of hoarding nails and boards at the expense of Kartina victims if it meant one additional vote.
Anyway, on anther subject....here are some thoughts on fast food coffee.....
in order
1. McDonalds - great stuff. Had been billed as Arabic coffee but they pulled that off the cup once the war started which is pretty funny I suppose. Anyway it's strong, full of flavor, no bitter taste. This isn't just a utilitarian cup of joe...it's good enough to drink for pleasure.
2. Wawa - I've had it, and wasn't overly impressed but not necessarily disappointed either. Passable in a pinch. Best among convenience stores.
3. Sheetz - Too watered down. OK flavor, but basically it's the Coors Light of coffee.
4. Turkey Hill - Should coffee leave a tacky, gummy taste in your mouth ? Thumbs down, sorry.
I welcome any other reviews or suggestions.
Meanwhile the committee Senator are doing their best to undermine the credibility of the democratic process. Shumer alone had 49 first person references in his opening session of 'questioning'. This article does a pretty funny job of assessing day 1.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/09/12/AR2005091200916_pf.html
I understand there needs to be a process of evaluation in place. I also understand the seriousness of the appointment and it is necessary to have a rigorous evaluation. Unfortunately, the committee ( on both sides of the aisle) is stocked with people so entrenched in their Senate seats that their constituency wouldn't vote them out of office even if they got caught fucking an underage, Islamic, dead dog. This pretty much assures a circus regardless of the nominee and who nominates him.
And what's worse, it seems the more qualified the candidate ( as in this case) then the bigger the circus. These guys know that Roberts is the right guy for the job, so the entire process has become a sideshow for self promotion, fund raising, politicking, and political leveraging. Biden, Shumer and Feinstein were especially embarrassing, but should there be a democratically appointed nominee I we could expect the same idiocy out of the republicans.
As embarrassing as the contrast in intellect, experience, composure, between the nominee and committee is, we should all be grateful that the panel isn't being conducted by the House. Those nimwits would accuse Jesus of hoarding nails and boards at the expense of Kartina victims if it meant one additional vote.
Anyway, on anther subject....here are some thoughts on fast food coffee.....
in order
1. McDonalds - great stuff. Had been billed as Arabic coffee but they pulled that off the cup once the war started which is pretty funny I suppose. Anyway it's strong, full of flavor, no bitter taste. This isn't just a utilitarian cup of joe...it's good enough to drink for pleasure.
2. Wawa - I've had it, and wasn't overly impressed but not necessarily disappointed either. Passable in a pinch. Best among convenience stores.
3. Sheetz - Too watered down. OK flavor, but basically it's the Coors Light of coffee.
4. Turkey Hill - Should coffee leave a tacky, gummy taste in your mouth ? Thumbs down, sorry.
I welcome any other reviews or suggestions.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Confirmation hearings
The purpose of the hearings is to make inquiries to and establish the worthness of the candidate.
One hour fourty-two minutes so far and no one has asked a question. The congressional folks are just speaking. I'm not sure what they're learning about the judge...but they sure like to talk about themselves.
Funny stuff.
One hour fourty-two minutes so far and no one has asked a question. The congressional folks are just speaking. I'm not sure what they're learning about the judge...but they sure like to talk about themselves.
Funny stuff.
Friday, September 09, 2005
US Poker Championships
Sept 23 and 24 I'm playing in the US Poker Champs at the Taj Mahal. So prestigous is this event that the Taj is considering vacuming the tables and adding a second waitress to the room.
I'm playing in the two cheapest events they offer, but it's still more money than I'll ever play with/for in my life and I'm shitting my pants already. What's weird is that half ( or more) of the players there will be the same guys that will play $50 and $100 hands of blackjack all night long. A $300 or $500 entry fee for those guys is a bargain. Playing poker for an hour means they've saved themselves $2000 they would have otherwise lost on craps or blackjack.
At least with a tourney there is a bit of a level playing field in that everyone starts with the same number of chips. When you're in a cash game a high roller can just raise your $15 bet to $100 and have you shitting you pants.
I played one morning ( forgive me if I've already told this story)...but I played one morning with a kid from Pittsburgh who had been up all night. He had gotten off a bus at 11pm with his only $600 in his pocket and by 10am had won $300 and consumed another $300 in free budweiser. I sat down to watch him win another $100 pot and start screaming about that hundred was going to pay for the second prostitute. Aparently the man had a plan.
So at this little $1/$2 NL game ( $3 in the pot to start) this maniac would regularly open the betting for $50. Now this level of poker is typically reserved for guys like me....poor working stiff who have about $150 with them and in the lose that they'll most likely throw up and regret ever going to AC. So when this kid bet his $50...everyone ran and he picked up the $3, over and over again.
Eventually, the kid bet into a pot and ran into an opponent who had pocket aces. Like a kid who just got caught with his porno stash, the Pittsburgh kids blushed, shrugged, and turned over Q-9 offsuit...busted. Then the flop came Q - Q - 10....the kid lucked up and won the pot busting some poor schlep in the process.
But now the gig was up. Everyone knew that the kid was making these outrageous bets with nothing at all. And out of frustration and the desire to get some money back from this maniac, everyone started playing anything. Suddenly, this dreary low stakes table was turning out $300 and $400 pots.
At the same time, the kid started catching cards !!!
All of a sudden I look to my left and he had accumulated over $1000 in chips. I swear, if I didn't know better I'd think he set the whole thing up.
Well it wasn't long before the sharks caught wind of what was going on, and soon I saw guys getting up from the high stakes table and coming over to where we were. Once a couple of seats openend up and the big dogs sat down, the gambling really started.
I sat quietly the whole time, patiently waiting for something to come my way. In the meantime, the Pittsburgh kids became my best friend. When the waitress refused to bring him drinks two at a time, I ordered one for myself and gave it to him....a few different times....and now I was his new best friend and confidant. " You want a hoooker too buddy ?" he asked on a number of occassions " I'll take care of you".
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity I looked down to see a pair of 9s. I bet out $15 and the kid looked at me and said..." how much do you have ?" ....I looked down at my measely stack and said " on hundred and sixty-six dollars total" and the kid said " I raise to $166".
DAMN !
Then, the Brooklyn Shark, who had been gunning for the kid piped up " hey bigmouth...how much do YOU have ?" The smile ran off the kids face and he looked down at his pile which the shark had already knocked down from $1000 to about $500... " $538" said the kid. The shark bet out, " I raise to $538 !". The table got quiet as the cards folded around to me again.
My choices at this point were to fold and lose my $15. Or I could call and potentially tripple up my money. If I called and lost, I would have lost all my money and would have to go home broke. My mind raced as I sat there contemplating my cards with my heart pounding and perspiration quickly beading on my forehead.
My thoughts were interrupted " Ahhhh, you gotta call !" my new found friend slurred " come on, this is why you're here....this is FUN!" I tried to ignore him and focus on what my odds might be, what cards the shark had been playing, how I was going to explain to my wife that I lost all my money and had to come home early.
" COME ON DUDE , CALL !" he rattled in my ear, then continued, " OK buddy, If you have a pair, you're beating me...seriously...I have AK and I'm going all in with it...I don't think that fat bastard has anything and if Im wrong, I at least want you to get some of the money so he doesn't get it all....if you have a pair you should call.."
I looked at him intently. I believed him.
" Here, I'll show you !" He yelled.
NONONONO, everyone at the table screamed. Showing me his hand would kill his hand and nobody wanted that. You're really not supposed to talk about you hand at the table and if the dealer wanted to be a prick he could have ended things right there.
" OK, I call" I said...my voice cracking slightly. I was beyond rational thought.
Sure enough the Pittsbugh kid called all-in and flipped over AK. The fat man shook his head and laughed ...AK too.
This was great for me. They each held one of the other's outs making me the favorite in the hand. The flop came with a 9 making me the immediate winner ! My scream could be heard over on the other side of the baccarat tables. $498 ! I collected my winnings and walked away.
After cashing out I went back to watch. The Pittsburgh kid, who at one point had his $600 plus $1000 in winnings ( that's 3 bottles of tequilla, 2 hookers, and a nice room with a view for those keeping tabs) was sitting there win about $60 in chips....two hands later he was out. With a sigh and barely mumbling a few words, he stood up, wobbled, and stumbled out the door into the mid-day sun.
It AC, it was just another day.
I'm playing in the two cheapest events they offer, but it's still more money than I'll ever play with/for in my life and I'm shitting my pants already. What's weird is that half ( or more) of the players there will be the same guys that will play $50 and $100 hands of blackjack all night long. A $300 or $500 entry fee for those guys is a bargain. Playing poker for an hour means they've saved themselves $2000 they would have otherwise lost on craps or blackjack.
At least with a tourney there is a bit of a level playing field in that everyone starts with the same number of chips. When you're in a cash game a high roller can just raise your $15 bet to $100 and have you shitting you pants.
I played one morning ( forgive me if I've already told this story)...but I played one morning with a kid from Pittsburgh who had been up all night. He had gotten off a bus at 11pm with his only $600 in his pocket and by 10am had won $300 and consumed another $300 in free budweiser. I sat down to watch him win another $100 pot and start screaming about that hundred was going to pay for the second prostitute. Aparently the man had a plan.
So at this little $1/$2 NL game ( $3 in the pot to start) this maniac would regularly open the betting for $50. Now this level of poker is typically reserved for guys like me....poor working stiff who have about $150 with them and in the lose that they'll most likely throw up and regret ever going to AC. So when this kid bet his $50...everyone ran and he picked up the $3, over and over again.
Eventually, the kid bet into a pot and ran into an opponent who had pocket aces. Like a kid who just got caught with his porno stash, the Pittsburgh kids blushed, shrugged, and turned over Q-9 offsuit...busted. Then the flop came Q - Q - 10....the kid lucked up and won the pot busting some poor schlep in the process.
But now the gig was up. Everyone knew that the kid was making these outrageous bets with nothing at all. And out of frustration and the desire to get some money back from this maniac, everyone started playing anything. Suddenly, this dreary low stakes table was turning out $300 and $400 pots.
At the same time, the kid started catching cards !!!
All of a sudden I look to my left and he had accumulated over $1000 in chips. I swear, if I didn't know better I'd think he set the whole thing up.
Well it wasn't long before the sharks caught wind of what was going on, and soon I saw guys getting up from the high stakes table and coming over to where we were. Once a couple of seats openend up and the big dogs sat down, the gambling really started.
I sat quietly the whole time, patiently waiting for something to come my way. In the meantime, the Pittsburgh kids became my best friend. When the waitress refused to bring him drinks two at a time, I ordered one for myself and gave it to him....a few different times....and now I was his new best friend and confidant. " You want a hoooker too buddy ?" he asked on a number of occassions " I'll take care of you".
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity I looked down to see a pair of 9s. I bet out $15 and the kid looked at me and said..." how much do you have ?" ....I looked down at my measely stack and said " on hundred and sixty-six dollars total" and the kid said " I raise to $166".
DAMN !
Then, the Brooklyn Shark, who had been gunning for the kid piped up " hey bigmouth...how much do YOU have ?" The smile ran off the kids face and he looked down at his pile which the shark had already knocked down from $1000 to about $500... " $538" said the kid. The shark bet out, " I raise to $538 !". The table got quiet as the cards folded around to me again.
My choices at this point were to fold and lose my $15. Or I could call and potentially tripple up my money. If I called and lost, I would have lost all my money and would have to go home broke. My mind raced as I sat there contemplating my cards with my heart pounding and perspiration quickly beading on my forehead.
My thoughts were interrupted " Ahhhh, you gotta call !" my new found friend slurred " come on, this is why you're here....this is FUN!" I tried to ignore him and focus on what my odds might be, what cards the shark had been playing, how I was going to explain to my wife that I lost all my money and had to come home early.
" COME ON DUDE , CALL !" he rattled in my ear, then continued, " OK buddy, If you have a pair, you're beating me...seriously...I have AK and I'm going all in with it...I don't think that fat bastard has anything and if Im wrong, I at least want you to get some of the money so he doesn't get it all....if you have a pair you should call.."
I looked at him intently. I believed him.
" Here, I'll show you !" He yelled.
NONONONO, everyone at the table screamed. Showing me his hand would kill his hand and nobody wanted that. You're really not supposed to talk about you hand at the table and if the dealer wanted to be a prick he could have ended things right there.
" OK, I call" I said...my voice cracking slightly. I was beyond rational thought.
Sure enough the Pittsbugh kid called all-in and flipped over AK. The fat man shook his head and laughed ...AK too.
This was great for me. They each held one of the other's outs making me the favorite in the hand. The flop came with a 9 making me the immediate winner ! My scream could be heard over on the other side of the baccarat tables. $498 ! I collected my winnings and walked away.
After cashing out I went back to watch. The Pittsburgh kid, who at one point had his $600 plus $1000 in winnings ( that's 3 bottles of tequilla, 2 hookers, and a nice room with a view for those keeping tabs) was sitting there win about $60 in chips....two hands later he was out. With a sigh and barely mumbling a few words, he stood up, wobbled, and stumbled out the door into the mid-day sun.
It AC, it was just another day.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
can we have a moratorium...actually ?
Actually, actually, actually, actually.......enough with the actually !
" you know" was replaced by " like" which has been replaced by "actually"
Whatever happened to a good old fashion "ummm" or even a good facial tic ?
Lance Armstrong announced that he might come back and race the 2006 Tour De France just to piss the French off. This guy is starting to win me over. Can you imagine if he does it. He'd have to get all the team's jerseys printed up with a giant middle finger on the back.
How'd you like to be Mike Meyers over the weekend ? Serve that fucker right for putting out that Cat in the Hat piece of crap. That movie cost me 3 hour of my life. 2 hours suffering through it and 1 hour explaining to my kids how the Cat really isn't a Long Island yenta.
Actually.
" you know" was replaced by " like" which has been replaced by "actually"
Whatever happened to a good old fashion "ummm" or even a good facial tic ?
Lance Armstrong announced that he might come back and race the 2006 Tour De France just to piss the French off. This guy is starting to win me over. Can you imagine if he does it. He'd have to get all the team's jerseys printed up with a giant middle finger on the back.
How'd you like to be Mike Meyers over the weekend ? Serve that fucker right for putting out that Cat in the Hat piece of crap. That movie cost me 3 hour of my life. 2 hours suffering through it and 1 hour explaining to my kids how the Cat really isn't a Long Island yenta.
Actually.
Friday, September 02, 2005
email from N.O.
I received the message below from a friend who lives in suburban New Orleans. I think he provides an interesting first hand perspective.
Claudine and I have arrived safely in Houston, TX; Wednesday Aug 31. Early 3 AM Sunday morning Claudine drove from Slidell, LA to Vicksburg, MS area where her and her friends from the refinery evacuated. I remained in Houston, TX , recently I accepted a position with a new family Wing Aviation, www.WingAviation.com. On Saturday I remained in Houston but found it difficult to sleep with the storm approaching. When morning came I continued my worrying, Claudine and I were on the phones constantly. My day consisted of purchasing gas cans, tarps, a generator, water, and food. I also reserved a Uhaul Truck. After the storm passed it lost some energy then approached the area where Claudine had evacuated. When we last spoke she was going to call back with an update on the refinery's condition. That call never came. Late in the evening Claudine had acquired a satellite phone. We were able to have a brief conversation. We decided she would stay in position and I would start moving toward her. But if she heard that Slidell was in good shape we would meet there. I on the other hand had prepared my airport car to drive into Slidell, LA. The News had no reports on Slidell's condition. My Subaru was packed with a generator 35 Gal additional gas, water & food for 2 weeks, numerous lights, and a computer with GPS. My plan was to enter the town under darkness so I could pass the police line. At 2 AM Monday I completed my last fueling just outside Baton Rouge and filled the additional fuel cans. I 10 was closed into New Orleans and I 12 was open to Slidell, LA. I passed many emergency vehicles in Baton Rouge waiting to enter the area. The FM talk radio stations had a lot of great information. Local calling was possible in some areas and people called in with a lot of information which painted a clear picture of the New Orleans area. There was no information on Slidell. Cell Phone coverage stopped around Walker, LA soon after Baton Rouge. Approaching the Covington area which is on the North shore directly across the lake from New Orleans, I noticed a lot of fallen trees along the highway. Only one lane of travel was passable in each direction. Passing each exit ramp the State Police refused all persons entry to the towns. As I entered the Slidell area that was the case too. I went north on I 59 toward Hattiesburg, MS and exited at Military Trail Road. This route was through a backwoods area along the swamp. There was good reason I was able to exit, the road appeared un passable. Using a machete and some creative driving I was able to continue on the mission. If you picture a jungle and a war that was the environment. Closer to the house in less wooded areas the driving became much easier. Due to the fact that all lights were out I became disoriented and referenced my GPS for my position. Trees were blocking the road in many areas. Upon entering our area I was surprised to see most structures were standing with some damage. There were very few windows broken, which I found hard to believe. The wind had been 150 mph. Our neighborhood was flooded most trees were knocked down and houses were damaged. After driving through water I made it to our residence. I completed an inspection of the property then turned off all utilities. Our property suffered less damage than others. I quickly traded the Subaru Outback in for our Tahoe and loaded my equipment, much needed search light and a chain saw. For the remainder of the morning I tried to assist people who needed help. The Police cars and Ambulances were on their last tank of gas, the fire trucks were empty. The police said the shelters were out of food and water. They had no communication with anyone from the outside. After surveying the area and taking many photos I started my drive to meet Claudine. Every gas station was out of fuel my entire drive to Vicksburg, MS. I did not get gas until Wednesday morning. Claudine's co-workers were happy to see the pictures. It let people know what was happening. They had been without power and were anxious. Claudine’s refinery manager Albert spoke about the situation at hand. ExxonMobil is providing their employees with a terrific line of support. Albert provided our group with a very positive outlook for the future. It appears her refinery has weathered the storm well. Although their facility has not been inspected it took on very little water (2 Ft ??); compared with surrounding areas. Equipment will need repair. The surrounding area has been completely flooded, and many friend have lost houses. But not all has been lost. The focus of our group meeting was regroup our families, you all have jobs, and we will regain operations of our facility. I was impressed with the ambitions of all employees who wanted to help the company and each other. At this time Claudine has had contact with most of her group and many friends. A lot of structures have minimal damage, 20,000 trees have fallen all lights are out. There will be no power for at least a month more likely three. The waters have moved inland miles and many houses have water damage. Streets have alligators and snakes, where they are located near swamps. The bridge connecting Slidell to New Orleans has collapsed. There is a second bridge that needs to be checked. Upon my exit from Slidell, LA the Police requested an emergency call for help they were in dire straights and had no communication. On my drive through Mississippi I called 911 when my phone worked and passed their message. The following photos show the condition of our area. Many people have suffered great losses, we have not heard from all our friend yet. I'm sure they will all call when their cell phones start working. If you want to text message friends & family (phone number no dashes)@Teleflip.com. Receiving calls on a New Orleans number is difficult. Standby for more.
Claudine and I have arrived safely in Houston, TX; Wednesday Aug 31. Early 3 AM Sunday morning Claudine drove from Slidell, LA to Vicksburg, MS area where her and her friends from the refinery evacuated. I remained in Houston, TX , recently I accepted a position with a new family Wing Aviation, www.WingAviation.com. On Saturday I remained in Houston but found it difficult to sleep with the storm approaching. When morning came I continued my worrying, Claudine and I were on the phones constantly. My day consisted of purchasing gas cans, tarps, a generator, water, and food. I also reserved a Uhaul Truck. After the storm passed it lost some energy then approached the area where Claudine had evacuated. When we last spoke she was going to call back with an update on the refinery's condition. That call never came. Late in the evening Claudine had acquired a satellite phone. We were able to have a brief conversation. We decided she would stay in position and I would start moving toward her. But if she heard that Slidell was in good shape we would meet there. I on the other hand had prepared my airport car to drive into Slidell, LA. The News had no reports on Slidell's condition. My Subaru was packed with a generator 35 Gal additional gas, water & food for 2 weeks, numerous lights, and a computer with GPS. My plan was to enter the town under darkness so I could pass the police line. At 2 AM Monday I completed my last fueling just outside Baton Rouge and filled the additional fuel cans. I 10 was closed into New Orleans and I 12 was open to Slidell, LA. I passed many emergency vehicles in Baton Rouge waiting to enter the area. The FM talk radio stations had a lot of great information. Local calling was possible in some areas and people called in with a lot of information which painted a clear picture of the New Orleans area. There was no information on Slidell. Cell Phone coverage stopped around Walker, LA soon after Baton Rouge. Approaching the Covington area which is on the North shore directly across the lake from New Orleans, I noticed a lot of fallen trees along the highway. Only one lane of travel was passable in each direction. Passing each exit ramp the State Police refused all persons entry to the towns. As I entered the Slidell area that was the case too. I went north on I 59 toward Hattiesburg, MS and exited at Military Trail Road. This route was through a backwoods area along the swamp. There was good reason I was able to exit, the road appeared un passable. Using a machete and some creative driving I was able to continue on the mission. If you picture a jungle and a war that was the environment. Closer to the house in less wooded areas the driving became much easier. Due to the fact that all lights were out I became disoriented and referenced my GPS for my position. Trees were blocking the road in many areas. Upon entering our area I was surprised to see most structures were standing with some damage. There were very few windows broken, which I found hard to believe. The wind had been 150 mph. Our neighborhood was flooded most trees were knocked down and houses were damaged. After driving through water I made it to our residence. I completed an inspection of the property then turned off all utilities. Our property suffered less damage than others. I quickly traded the Subaru Outback in for our Tahoe and loaded my equipment, much needed search light and a chain saw. For the remainder of the morning I tried to assist people who needed help. The Police cars and Ambulances were on their last tank of gas, the fire trucks were empty. The police said the shelters were out of food and water. They had no communication with anyone from the outside. After surveying the area and taking many photos I started my drive to meet Claudine. Every gas station was out of fuel my entire drive to Vicksburg, MS. I did not get gas until Wednesday morning. Claudine's co-workers were happy to see the pictures. It let people know what was happening. They had been without power and were anxious. Claudine’s refinery manager Albert spoke about the situation at hand. ExxonMobil is providing their employees with a terrific line of support. Albert provided our group with a very positive outlook for the future. It appears her refinery has weathered the storm well. Although their facility has not been inspected it took on very little water (2 Ft ??); compared with surrounding areas. Equipment will need repair. The surrounding area has been completely flooded, and many friend have lost houses. But not all has been lost. The focus of our group meeting was regroup our families, you all have jobs, and we will regain operations of our facility. I was impressed with the ambitions of all employees who wanted to help the company and each other. At this time Claudine has had contact with most of her group and many friends. A lot of structures have minimal damage, 20,000 trees have fallen all lights are out. There will be no power for at least a month more likely three. The waters have moved inland miles and many houses have water damage. Streets have alligators and snakes, where they are located near swamps. The bridge connecting Slidell to New Orleans has collapsed. There is a second bridge that needs to be checked. Upon my exit from Slidell, LA the Police requested an emergency call for help they were in dire straights and had no communication. On my drive through Mississippi I called 911 when my phone worked and passed their message. The following photos show the condition of our area. Many people have suffered great losses, we have not heard from all our friend yet. I'm sure they will all call when their cell phones start working. If you want to text message friends & family (phone number no dashes)@Teleflip.com. Receiving calls on a New Orleans number is difficult. Standby for more.
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