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Cosmo...harrumph!
The Olds do the newest Strip property
By STEVE FRIESS
“All they need in this fucking thing is a fortune teller,” he harrumphed. “Now come on, Terry, I’m hungry.”
The ritual was off to a roaring start. Terry and Walt are The Olds, a couple for 35 years, locals for 30 years and, most important, doting adoptive gay grandparents to me since 1996. They’re generous, wise, nosy and maddening, devotees of the Gore Vidal era of cutting gay wit.
The Olds do this endearing thing: They eat at every new casino on the first Saturday it is open. Only this explains why I rode in a minivan with The Olds, their neighbor Frank and The Olds’ two poodles to the Cosmopolitan at 7:30 a.m. on the Jewish God’s blessed day of rest.
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1 comments:
Very nice write up, I followed that morning on Twitter. Definitely an interesting trip. I wish the best for Walt and you and Terry as well, as dementia is definitely not an easy thing to deal with.
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