My family and I lived at a friend's house in Darian, CT for two weeks while I did a series of interviews and tried to get my family to move back there. I would have worked in NYC.
My X-wife literally drove me to the train station each morning and picked me up each afternoon in a Ford station wagon with faux wood on the sides. I think that drove her nuts!
I had a ball in the Bar Car. My buddies had said: "Make friends, they are a friendly lot." LOL!
I approached some guys going in, they didn't look friendly. I waited until the first day's return trip and tried again. "Hi, I hear you guys have a poker game each night," I said, looking at the dealt cards. "Ya, so what." was the most friendly response. "I like poker." I volunteered, and was greeted with, "How much do you have on ya?" Now, I was getting somewhere.
"I've got five hundred. What's the buy-in? "
"Five hundred"
I laughed and sat down. "OK, here." and I put five hundred on the table from a stack of hundreds. That caused a reaction!
"Put that away! Jesus Christ, we were just jerking your chain."
"I figured that", I said, "But, I'd still like to play."
"How much are you willing to lose?"
"In a straight-up game, all of it. Is this game straight?" I looked around grinning at them.
"What an asshole, he accuses us of cheating and we don't even know his name." said another.
"OK, you can play. But no crying about how much you lose, and no more cash on the table." said the first guy.
We played every night for the 10 days I rode the train. Some of those guys are still my friends. One of them is one of the best friends I have. We still play cards, and I was really surprised that it was a straight-up game. Only 4 aces in the deck when it was my time to deal.
