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We spent an exhausting day at the pool being drained of any energy by swimming and sun.Determined to make it an early night we went to dinner in one of the hotel’s dining rooms at around 6:00.Elegantly served (wasted on the kids) we were on dessert when a man came over to our table. I placed him as a guy in the rest room line on the flight down to Florida with whom I struck up a conversation. A jeweler from northeast Philadelphia as I remember. Said he booked the Atlantis once or twice a year because he liked the casino.Neither my wife nor I gambled so there was nothing in common there. He seemed to be a nice guy though.I was somewhat taken aback when he asked:Can I give a rub to your redhead’s hair for luck tonight?I looked at my wife and she gave me a look that I misinterpreted as, odd but nothing sinister involved.She later told me that it was a: no go look but you were going have to deliver the refusal.The kids were all in. It may have been the first time that they realized that touching a redhead’s hair was considered good luck by some.OkThe jeweler from Philly walked over to each kid and gave an innocent short tousle to each one’s hair which caused an appreciative giggle.I closely m

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onitored the scene and wished him luck in his casino endeavors.As he was walking away I launched into a daddy lecture to the kids.Don’t even even think of repeating anything like that again without mom and dad around. Blah, blah, blah; their eyes glazed over.The next day we did all family things; pool, giant water side, studied the fish in the hotel’s aquarium. We sat at the same table for dinner.A familiar figure strode over to the table when we were having dessert.It was the Philadelphia jeweler.Oh shit! I thought, let’s not make this a habit! I was already having my regrets for befriending this guy.“Hey gang!” he greeted us , like he was our long lost “Cousin in Milwaukee!”“I killed it last night, I just want to tell you,” and with that he handed each kid a crisp $100 bill.“Thanks for the luck!”He then walked away, out of our lives forever. He must have taken another return flight to Philly.When my father-in-law asked how we could afford all the coconut heads, straw hats, pine seed dolls, wood carvings, conch shells that the kids brought home: “Musta cost$ 300” he marveled.“It’s a long story,” I said, never intending to tell it.</article></body>

Win Money at the Casinos

What if I gave you a way to win money at the casinos without risking a penny? All you need is red hair.

My family won money at a casino (the Atlantis) in the Bahamas without ever risking any money of our own . Nice work if you can get it ,huh?

My story:

It was Easter break in the suburban Philadelphia school system. My wife and I were the proud parents of 3 redheads, grade levels 5th, 4th, 2nd. We felt the kids were old enough to appreciate a break from the winter freeze from which we had recently emerged.

We scheduled a cruise out of Fort Lauderdale to the Bahamas. Booked a 2 bedroom suit at the fancy-dansy Atlantis Hotel and Casino.

The flight from Philly to Lauderdale went well and we made good connections with the cruise ship. The kids behaved as well as could be expected considering all the excitement that must have been coursing through their little nervous systems.

The room at the Atlantis was all that was advertised with a rollaway cot to supplement 2 queen sized beds. Would you believe the kids fought over who’d get to sleep on the cot?

We spent an exhausting day at the pool being drained of any energy by swimming and sun.

Determined to make it an early night we went to dinner in one of the hotel’s dining rooms at around 6:00.

Elegantly served (wasted on the kids) we were on dessert when a man came over to our table. I placed him as a guy in the rest room line on the flight down to Florida with whom I struck up a conversation. A jeweler from northeast Philadelphia as I remember. Said he booked the Atlantis once or twice a year because he liked the casino.

Neither my wife nor I gambled so there was nothing in common there. He seemed to be a nice guy though.

I was somewhat taken aback when he asked:

Can I give a rub to your redhead’s hair for luck tonight?

I looked at my wife and she gave me a look that I misinterpreted as, odd but nothing sinister involved.

She later told me that it was a: no go look but you were going have to deliver the refusal.

The kids were all in. It may have been the first time that they realized that touching a redhead’s hair was considered good luck by some.

The jeweler from Philly walked over to each kid and gave an innocent short tousle to each one’s hair which caused an appreciative giggle.

I closely monitored the scene and wished him luck in his casino endeavors.

As he was walking away I launched into a daddy lecture to the kids.

Don’t even even think of repeating anything like that again without mom and dad around. Blah, blah, blah; their eyes glazed over.

The next day we did all family things; pool, giant water side, studied the fish in the hotel’s aquarium. We sat at the same table for dinner.

A familiar figure strode over to the table when we were having dessert.

It was the Philadelphia jeweler.

Oh shit! I thought, let’s not make this a habit! I was already having my regrets for befriending this guy.

“Hey gang!” he greeted us , like he was our long lost “Cousin in Milwaukee!”

“I killed it last night, I just want to tell you,” and with that he handed each kid a crisp $100 bill.

“Thanks for the luck!”

He then walked away, out of our lives forever. He must have taken another return flight to Philly.

When my father-in-law asked how we could afford all the coconut heads, straw hats, pine seed dolls, wood carvings, conch shells that the kids brought home: “Musta cost $300” he marveled.

“It’s a long story,” I said, never intending to tell it.