We Give A Whole New Meaning To Potluck

J.C. called last night to tell me that Jerry (her son, my nephew) would be at the Gold Strike in Tunica in two weeks. Ordinarily, that would mean that he was going to be gambling, because, after all, he is a card-carrying member of this wheel-of-fortune-addicted family. But, no, Jerry and his boss - the ever popular one-hit-wonder Lee Greenwood - are booked for a gig there at the Gold Strike. Actually, that's not really fair to call Lee a one-hit-wonder. He did do that "Wind Beneath My Wings" thing. That makes him a bona fide one-and-a-half-hit-wonder, but only because Bette Midler did a little better with that one than he did. Anyhoo, J.C. and I were discussing whether we could be "Band Aids" (a reference to one of my fav movies of all time, "Almost Famous"), meaning, could we make it to Tunica for the show, and as much as I hate to ever turn down a chance to be on the inside of a casino, I had to decline. Sorry, Jerry. I love America as much as the next person, and when Lee spews "From the lakes of Minnesota to the hills of Tennessee" I admit to a golf-ball-sized lump in my throat, but if I go to Tunica, I'd have to gamble and I'm saving up for Vegas in April. However, J.C. and I agreed that since "The Band" appears to be on a casino tour, we can catch up with you guys at the Hard Rock Biloxi in July. I'm sure Suzanne and Priscilla will concur. Other families get together for cook-outs and potlucks. We prefer casino buffets. "God bless the USA!"