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Playing poker for a living has leveled my perception of time. A once bumpy road is now paved, making for a smoother ride. Here’s a nifty word: cathemeral. It completes a trio of biological terms. Animals active at night are nocturnal. Daytime animals are diurnal. Animals that do not have a 24-hour cycle are calledRead more
I played poker for ten years before I discovered folding in 1984. That’s when I met Bobby. He had a big belly, a big beard, and a big laugh. Bobby was like Santa Claus, minus the giving. He just kept throwing his hand away, and he didn’t seem to mind. Then he would carry theRead more
Gazing into the campfire – a fire in no jeopardy whatsoever of being underfed – it occurred to me that my relationship to firewood while camping is the same as my relationship to money while playing poker. I am deeply afraid of running out. The place I camp is Butano State Park. It is aRead more