My anti-casino visit
You know you're getting, ah, mature when the performers
We had to travel to Verona, NY to see Anne Murray, one of my favorite singers.
They have a casino at Turning Stone. It's easy to find. Just look for the people attached to their own oxygen tanks as they crank away at the video slot machines.
I don't get gambling. Not one bit. You're paying someone to take your money away. And, in this particular case, you're doing it in a smoky, noisy electronic arcade that makes Chuck E. Cheese seem like a monastery. Look around, and it quickly becomes evident that many customers around you shouldn't be placing bets when there's rent to be paid.
So, you're not seeing any photos of the casino floor. There are a couple of TV shows that will give you all those scenes.
I went looking for the aesthetic side of Turning Stone. So you're seeing high-priced Southwestern art and so on.
Oh, and Anne Murray did a wonderful show. But you know you're getting a little old when your favorite singer brings her grown-up daughter onstage for a couple of numbers -- and she's very good,
