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Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Biloxi and the Beau Rivage…

09/10/2014

The Nancy and I spent a weekend back in August in Mississippi, Biloxi Mississippi, to be exact.  We were there at the Beau Rivage Resort and Casino to celebrate the impending retirement of a longtime friend.  If you have ever gone any place and enjoyed watching people this might be a venue you would enjoy, immensely. This is a people watcher’s paradise.

The casino in the Beau Rivage is a gathering place, as I suppose most casinos might be, of a myriad of types, sizes, socio-economic levels and just plain weirdoes.

Visiting to casinos is not on my Bucket List, nor is it on mt list of favorites.  I do not like casinos.  With the constant bell ringing and flashing lights and an overhanging haze from the cigarette smoke, not to mention the ever present cigarette-smoke stench, my first thought on entering is how quickly I will be able to do what I have to do and make my escape.  The Nancy, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to mind the lights, the noise, the weirdoes or the smoke. The weirdoes (I know, I should not be judging them, after all, they are God’s children, too) do, however, present me with a cheap, really great entertainment. 

I am amazed by the vast numbers of older people (older than me, I hope), at least they look very old, sitting in front of a machine spending a dollar every time they tap a certain button on it.  Most of the people do not have the appearance of being well off, causing me to wonder if they can truly afford to spend any part of their “fixed income” (you know, the one where they can hardly afford food and medicine) to doing what they are doing.  Anyway, the people come in all shapes and sizes, some appearing to have not eaten in months, compared to others who look as if they ate everything on their plates and everyone else’s plate, too.  Some folks dressed to the “nines,” and some who look as if they woke up that morning and dressed in a dark closet.  White folks, black folks, Hispanics, Latinos, Asians and loads of others, as well; such a dichotomy, a hodgepodge.

All of this causes me to wonder, as I walk through a casino, is there someone there looking as me and thinking, “What the hell kind of weirdo comes into a casino and doesn’t play?”  Judge not, lest you be judged.”

And that is all I have to say about that…