who go into convulsions of chuckles while reading theology. If I had known I was going to be a lawyer, by the way, I might have enjoyed taking a degree in theology, as the undergraduate degree is largely irrelevant in any event.
I meant to read the Tournament Dominoes book I bought at the Domino factory outlet store. I read the first few chapters, and decided that I want to take my 12 year old nephew and enter a domino tournament. I figure it's the simple man's alternative to Texas Hold 'Em. Last night, on the way to the Mongolian Barbecue over where Westchester merges into Inglewood, a poker sharp extolled Ben Affleck's card skills. I went to a card casino in Commerce once. Amid a haze of cigarette smoke, I was particularly impressed with the rhythmic clacking of the dominoes being used in elaborate Asian poker games. I didn't play pai gow or any of the other unfamiliar games, as floating in a tobacco ambience
watching grown folk bet their shirts proved gamble enough for me.
Now I'm winding down, waiting for fatigue to overcome that "been cooped in a plane too long to sleep" feeling I always get after long air travel.
