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Harvest Stories from here & abroad 
WHEN I WAS STILL LIVING IN SAN DIEGO WE TOOK AN OVERNIGHT TRIP UP TO SANTA
BARBRA. IT WAS A WELCOME TRIP, OVER THE WEEKEND. MY MAIN OBJECTIVE WAS THE
PLAYERS CLUB IN VENTURA. WE DROVE MOST OF THE WAY FROM SAN DIEGO ALONG THE
COASTAL HIGHWAY, NOT HAVING ANY TIME COMMITMENTS.
WE FOUND A NICE RESTAURANT, AND HAD A NICE DINNER EVERYTHING WAS GOING
ALONG JUST FINE. IT WAS STARTING TO GET LATE, WE HAD A GPS
ADDRESS FINDER, AND TYPED IN THE PLAYERS CLUB. AFTER ABOUT A HALF HOUR OF
LOOKING AROUND WE FOUND IT.
AT LEAST, WE THOUGHT WE FOUND IT. THERE WAS A TINY PARKING LOT THAT HELD
ABOUT A DOZEN CARS, NO STREET LIGHTS AND I WAS NOT ABOUT TO LEAVE NANCY
SITTING ALONE IN THE CAR IN THE “HOOD”. SO, I GOT AS CLOSE TO THEIR FRONT
DOOR AS I COULD. AND GRABBED HER BY ARM AND HELPED HER UP THE STEPS AND INTO
THE DEN OF INIQUITY KNOWN AS THE PLAYERS CLUB. BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY, IN THIS
HARVEST; GETTING THERE WAS ONLY HALF THE PROBLEM.
WE WERE GREETED BY THE POKER ROOM MANAGER (OR OWNER?) ASKING WHAT WE
WANTED. WE HAD ALREADY AGREED THAT WE WERE IN OVER OUR HEAD, AND WAS
GOING TO TRY TO GET IN AND OUT ASAP. I STATED MY BUSINESS AND MY REQUESTS,
AND HE LOOKED AT ME WITH MINOR CURIOSITY OR ANNYOYANCE, BUT APPARANTLY
HE WAS “THE MAN” AND DID GIVE ME THE CHIPS I REQUESTED. AS I LOOKED AROUND
THE ROOM OF ABOUT 6 TABLES THERE MUST HAVE BEEN 10 OR 12 SHARKS WITH FINS,
AND THE REST SPOKE SPANISH. IT WAS A VERY TOUGH LOOKING CROWD.
I STUFFED THE CHIPS IN MY CARGO PANTS, MY HARVESTING OUT FIT, AND WE GOT THE
HECK OUT OF DODGE AS SOON AS WE COULD. I UNDERSTAND THEY HAVE SOME VERY
NICE DIGS NOW, THEY HAVE A NEW MODERN ROOM. I DID NOT GET ENOUGH CHIPS AT
THIS TIME…REGGIE http://www.themogh.org/cg_chip2.php?id=CABAGW
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