DIRECTOR, DIRECTOR!

Life in LV for me is very active.   Besides housework, blogging, TV, hair dressers and nail salons, I play bridge three times a week and frequent the casinos with Bobby for half an hour each evening and then on to dinner. We don’t do much socializing because of Bobby’s hearing, but every Wednesday at noon when my dear friend Martha Beecher is not on one of her frequent Asian escapades, I meet her for brunch.   Today we were joined by my friends Carol Pincus and Jo Goldsmith (Jo — now married to Ben —  but the former wife of Bart Bramley).

She told a story at lunch that had us in stitches, although it had a sad ending.   Back in 1971, when married to Bart, on their honeymoon they visited the Southeasterns in Miami.  According to Jo .. at the First Table the director was called because of slow play by Bart; at Table Two Jo had the director called on her because she was sucking a lollipop.   By the time they reached Table Three, the director had already been summoned as a man had keeled over dead.  We have all experienced unusual directorial situations in our bridge careers, but you must admit this sequence is hard to equal.