doodledee

We had dinner with Libby's grandparents tonight. It was fun. Grandpa was telling some stories about his monthly poker game and how it got started back in the 50's. Good stuff.

I asked him about the stakes they play for and he said it's mostly nickels and dimes. That didn't sound like much, but he one time he lost $4 in a single night, which, if my math is correct, would have bought a car back in the 50's, so it probably stung quite a bit.

This differs considerably from my poker group, which has gone crazy over the last year or so. In our games, the greenbacks are out early and often and the stakes can get uncomfortably large. Large enough that when you lose a few in a row you kinda shake your head and maybe feel a little sick. And probably a little pissed because Borly just won for like the 30th time in row and that jackass never loses. And ok, sometimes you maybe feel a little tipsy, too.

So ok, back to Grandpa. Turns out there are only 2 original members of his poker club still playing, one of whom is Grandpa and the other being Hoot Ingebretsen. (Yes, that Ingebretsen.) I asked him what happened to the other dudes and he said, "Well, when you get old, things happen."

He's right, you know.