Archive: April, 2011

Two Amusing Signs

Kay and I went on a little getaway for a few days north of San Francisco and during our adventures we saw two signs that made me glad I carry a camera in my pocket cleverly disguised as a phone. This first sign was on a wall that was in front of some dumpsters:

On our way home, Kay was driving, and we had time and energy for exploring. In that condition, we’re quick to pull off the road to go check something out. So when we came upon a sign that said, “Spirit Rock Meditation Center,” the car practically slowed down and turned off the main road on its own.

Along a narrow signless road we drove. And then, up ahead, we saw some yellow at the top of a pole. Yes, it’s a sign, no doubt. Whatever might a sign want to tell us clear out here? There are no buildings in sight. No turns to make. Just more trees and grass and sky and such. We moved closer, and closer, and then, when we could read the text, the car knew to stop for the photo op:

Howard “Tahoe” Andrew is a funny man

I went to a party recently where I ran into John Mugnani, floorman extraordinaire at the California Grand Casino. The next day John sent me an email with a story about our mutual ancient friend, Tahoe.

A guy walks up to Tahoe and says, “Listen to this terrible bad beat story that just happened to me.”

Tahoe says, “Did you lose with a royal flush?”

The guys says, “No.”

Tahoe replies, “Then I’ve heard it before.”

What the hell, as long we we’re here sharing Tahoe stories, this is a paragraph I wrote about Tahoe in 2001 in an article I wrote while I was at the WSOP:

Before the Senior’s event, Howard “Tahoe” Andrew said that no medication or walkers would be allowed during the tournament and that whoever was still breathing at the end would be the winner. Tahoe said he’s not taking any “last longer” bets.