Among any Gallery of Great American Writers, none has a higher place than Edgar Allan Poe. A lonely, tortured genius, he crafted tales of terror and poems of passion and pain.
Born in Boston in 1809, Poe's parents were struggling actors. By the time he was three, both parents had died. He was taken in by acquaintances John and Fanny Allan, a childless couple.
Hobby and I met for lunch at Marlow's, an upscale seafood place in West L.A. Since it was my turn to buy, Hobby picked this place so I wouldn't get off lightly.
"A drink before lunch?"
an effervescent waitress asked.
"Golden margarita," Hobby answered. I might usually go for the same, but I wanted something lighter.
"I'll have a Captain Morgan spicy rum and tonic, please." I replied.
"What's that, Joe?" "It's a little different; it suits me today."
"I'll try one, too. Skip the margarita."
I scream hysterically, "Don't shoot! . . . Don't! . . ."
"Don't shoot," says Don Paulo quietly. No one shoots.
"I believe you, Mr. Thayer. Keep searching for this 'Small Man.'"
"I will, but I want something in return."
"The girl, Jenny. Give her back."
The Don says, "My father once told me never mix women and poker."
When I don't reply he says, "Your funeral." And walks away.
My funeral will have to wait. I take Don Giuseppe's $25 poker chip out of the cast on my left arm and tell Jake, "We're going to The Limp Inn."
A few years ago, some of the casinos tried to put in a variety of Red Dog as a table game. They called it Red Dog but that was a misnomer as the game they introduced actually was In Between. In Betweeners is nothing more than just a kitchen table game.
True Red Dog is a four-card poker game in which you don't play against each other, you play against the money in the pot and against the deck. So it is not a competitive game between the players.
Sometimes when I say some seats at a poker table are better than others, people just snicker. They think I'm kidding, because I make such a big deal in my teachings about not being superstitious.
Superstition, you see, does only one thing well. It reduces choices. It takes options out of your playbook and costs you money.
After four grueling days of poker at the Las Vegas Bellagio Resort's Casino in Las Vegas, the World Poker Tour crowned it's newest champion when Minh Ly beat Dan Harrington heads up to win $1 million in the Doyle Brunson North American Classic for the main and final event of the Festa al Lago IV poker tournament.
Day 3 of the Doyle Brunson North American Classic continued at the Bellagio with 39 players with several top pros still remaining such as Dan Harrington, Gus Hansen, Young Phan, Chris "Jesus" Ferguson, Barry Greenstein, Gavin Smith, Mike Gracz, Jan Sorensen, Bob Feduniak, Eskimo Clark, and writer Jim McManus. The action was moved from the Fontana Room to the poker room where media and fans squeezed in to catch a glimpse of the final event of the Festa al Lago IV poker tournament. Ernie Scherer ended Day 2 as the chipleader and was looking to hold onto his chip advantage.
It's not only "not easy"; it's hard as hell. On my personal scale, it was the second hardest thing I have ever done in my life. That is the line I use when someone ask me how I did it. Of course their next question is what was the first hardest thing. I jokingly say, "Not killing my husband when he broke my heart!"