“I think this trip is worthy of one of those Facebook story thingies you do!” one of my sons, Kyle said. He’s technically a son-in-law, but more so, a son.
Another son, Todd, immediately added, “Yeah, I’m going to read one of your Facebook thingies at your funeral!”
Love was in the air.
My oldest son, Blake, was driving their family mini-van, and my other four sons were piled in seats behind us.
I didn’t know where we were going. In a group text, they asked if I wanted to do something, and then they all quickly chimed in that they were all “in”.
Experience told me to be cautious, especially with their secrecy. Usually their schemes involve something dangerous, humiliating or involving a wild animal.
Not this time. We were already driving 1 ½ hours to Shreveport, Louisiana when they told me they were taking me to a casino.
I rolled my eyes.
I really don’t gamble. Money equals time worked, and I try not to throw time away.
Once, years ago, I put a quarter in a slot machine and pulled the lever just to say I’d done it. I lost that quarter. I’ve missed it ever since.
On the other hand, I’ve lost money on “risky” companies in the stock market. At least theoretically there’s a chance in that, as opposed to an acre of the moon I considered buying on line at Christmas for $79. (No joke! You can buy moon land on the internet!)
RabBits 