I have taken my Dad to the casino to watch the simulcast of the Preakness Stakes. Theoretically we could have swung up to Pimlico for the race, but I've never braved those crowds. I hear the infield is a big drunken party. My Dad is 90 years old, and not up for that kind of rowdiness. Laurel was an option, but that place is diggity-dank. Delaware Park at least has been upgraded to a slots/casino atmosphere, which is relatively more swanky. We've got a nice pair of marble cubicles with individual TV's and lots of big screens on the wall. Hopefully we can pick a few winners. I'm not much of a gambler, but I don't think my Dad would get to the track on his own at age 90. He sold his car (wisely) and pretty much relies on family to ferry him around when needed. He is pretty self-sufficient however, getting up at 7am every morning and doing 500 situps. In fact, he called me before 8am this morning and woke me from my slumbers. That is pretty bad when a 90 year old man has more energy than his daughter.
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