3 years ago
Okay, why must the casino be the only show in town...
Okay, why must the casino be the only show in town? I've found a pub, a few Indian restaurants and a ton of businesses closed for the season. So this is my second time inside the kiva of Seneca Niagara today. That's all right to a degree because it is fun inside the kiva. I enjoyed a nice lunch at the buffet. And I'm enjoying people watching at the night club. I guess it'll have to do. The go go girls in the Santa Claus teddies helps add a degree of sexiness to the scene. I'm cool though no one has offered me a drink, but I am thirsty and what's the fun people watching without an adult beverage? Now really. Are all your classic table games really machines now? That's not blackjack if the cards are not pulled from a real shoe, using real cards. I just don't feel like giving me money away.
3-24-2018
I just walked over to a place where the Senecas are hardly grimacing. The hotel stands twenty floors high. A sign visible for miles brags BACHMAN, May 25. As in BTO, Bachman Turner Overdrive? Bachman has to go on tour without his famous band. Time has passed. And I now must Google to find out what has happened while I stopped paying attention to Seventies rock. Another name flashes, better than crossing the miles than a smoke signal. SENECA. The casino stands close enough to the waterfall to offer extraordinary views of the cataract. Even on a cold day in late March, plenty of water pours over the falls and plenty of money flows over the reels of the slot machines inside. That's why I doubt I'll find any grimacing Senecas inside this stronghold. Now I am inside and a polished band up on an illuminated stage twenty feet high plays, "I Heard it Through the Grapevine". Some how, the song has less meaning here inside a casino where people go one on one with Lady Luck, Fortuna with an electric face. Even the social table games like craps, blackjack and roulette are being reduced to electric versions. Next door to the casino, the oldest church in Niagara Falls has turned out the lights after Saturday night mass. The lights illuminating the two marble statues of Mary will stay on until dawn. If I wanted to listen to a grapevine, maybe I should have shown up for mass, taken a thimble full of communion wine and accepted and given the sign of peace with all present.
A waitress has brought me a free Coors light. The two guitarists have wrung ten extra minutes out of the classic riff of I Heard it Through The Grapevine, written by Marvin Gaye, who like Vincent Van Gogh, struggled for his sanity.