Jackpot

Well. This is embarrassing. Dad and I are at the Hinckley Casino's RV park with the motor home. What are we doing? not camping...not at a hotel... but basically drove a smaller version of our home to a spot to golf, eat and bike. We took a shuttle to the casino for supper. When we finished your dad said he wanted to pay for his dinner. So he went to the slots and in 20 minutes won $211. The man is luckier than anyone I know. We promptly left the smokey hell hole, paid a young man $7 to run back across smokey hell hole to get us an ice cream cone and took a shuttle back to our RV. (??? again... what's the hell)

This could be a research project for someone smarter than me, but somehow it's not normal. Don't know if I should be embarrassed or enjoy.
Here's what I see after we check in... RVs everywhere like a forest of RVs with inhabitants of this little community acting as if they are really camping, all alone in a wood. But they are not. There are hundreds of us here... and even so, across the pond where our large steel home resides, is a neighborhood where a man sits in a lawn chair at a campfire... the motorhome next to it has a pizza delivery man just arrive with a PizzaHut pizza handed over to a woman at the door. People walk the paved roads and... just as I step outside, your dad... in true Hanson style, greets an elderly couple as they walk by. He is sucked in to a neverending conversation with a man with no teeth wearing a red baseball cap and his timid wife short and stalking and smiles endlessly. I hide behind the motorhome as he conversed until the shuttle bus... yes the shuttle bus, arrives to take us to the casino. This is all too embarrassing.

Tomorrow we golf, then go to St. Croix State Park for a night to meet up with the leyks to mountain bike. That should be fun. My friend tells me that if you don't fall down and get some bruises you'r not really working at it... well... expect a few bruises... but not too many.