Poker

my dad played in a weekly poker game since the 70s, and since he died last summer, i have taken over his spot and the job of hosting most tuesday nights. i haven’t really played much poker. it was one of those things that my dad was so good at that trying to learn from him as a kid was boring and frustrating. but now that my dad is gone these guys, many who have been playing together for longer then i have been alive, struggle to rope together enough people for a full table, and so i feel obligated to help keep the game alive. the actual games vary, but they are often high/low games with declares and wilds and buys and weird raising rules and card passing. needless to say i am terrible. i usually struggle to make it to the end of the night without going bust and having to buy more chips. but playing feels important, and so i play, losing $16 a week to a bunch of mostly lawyers or retired lawyers, and trying, between hands, to squeeze from these mostly 70/80 year old guys some directions to good camping and fishing spots of western montana since its been decades since i last tried to camp here and the summer is quickly approaching.