Hambling only because my iPhone corrected gamboling to hambling, so this post is hambling in Reno.
I’m not much of a gambler. But don’t get me wrong, I’d dearly love to be.
There’s something about slouching over the craps table casually doling out chips on those ciphers on the felted floors of the table.
Or the way the roulette players never seem stressed, at least not like the black jack players. Continue reading Hambling in Reno