It was back in 1988.My father and I made our first trip to the US. I was taking my dad to see his sister, whom he had not seen since he was eight years of age. That was the era of Ireland and emmigration. I was 28, just married, and my father was 65. So we went to see the rellies in NJ.
Anyhow, we ended up in some Trump place in Atlantic city. It wasn’t our idea and we spent three hellish days there walking the boardwalk, talking to the pigeons and my poor old dad could not stop marvelling at the size of obese Americans. We had never seen anything like it and my father was quite vocal about it. Yikes.
But, I did win $300 on those things you pull down. Not pants. They were machines with jokers. 🙂
I cashed in my chips straight away and never spent another penny in the place.
I left the USA a richer woman.