I remember a time before the greyhound crowd started flying, A time when men were men, coke was cola, a joint was a place you didn't want to be, and flying in a plane was the classiest thing in the world, and you could do it all while sipping a scotch on the rocks. These hacks in the air now aday's can barely cut it. Anyway since 89 I've been Crooning, MCing and playing and teaching poker in Southern California, Las Vegas and Reno.
