Underground gambling new york
A former waitress at some of New York’s illegal poker parlors reveals all about the action in the modern gambling den. The killing of a former professor in a private New York City poker room last week has stunned the underground gaming world and frightened some players and operators of poker clubs, which can be. There was a time in New York City, not so long ago, when men and some women, myself included, played in underground poker games all over the city. “Underground” makes it sound glamorous, like.
Then suddenly, that was over too. I was the only girl in the room and they could not have cared less. I had a friend who worked and played in these rooms, and he offered to hook me up with some work. Several people who play at poker clubs said they believe club owners are, in fact, willing to contact police if they are robbed. The accidental shooting had a chilling effect on players.
New York City’s Underground Poker Scene
The killing of a former professor in a private New York City poker room last week has stunned the underground gaming world and frightened some players and operators of poker clubs, which can be attractive robbery targets, according to current and former players and law enforcement experts.
Friday night, police said a masked man, armed with a shotgun or a rifle, barged into an underground game on the seventh floor of an office building on Manhattan's Fifth Avenue.
During the robbery, Frank DeSena, 55, was shot in the torso and killed, reportedly after a gun accidentally went off. The club was described as a large operation with about 10 tables, "almost like a real casino," according to a person who has been there but who asked not to be named. The murder has shocked some players and club owners, with some people posting on blogs and Web sites that they would no longer risk going to the games.
Two people who have worked in undergound clubs told ABC News that the major underground poker rooms in Manhattan had shut down as a result of the shooting. Underground games around the country, illegal or not, can make for enticing targets for would-be criminals, police said.
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There was a time in New York City, not so long ago, when men and some women, myself included, played in underground poker games all over the city. Despite what you see in movies, no halfway-legitimate game would ever let you gamble more than the money you have on the table at the start of a hand. Instead of ball gowns, I wore hooded sweatshirts and headphones in my ears, and walked into mini casinos.
They had cameras at the doors, sometimes burly security guards. Some places issued I. In retrospect, it was security theater. The measures were meaningless, practically funny. There was Genoa, the small one downtown. The busy one, Straddle, in Midtown East, which had inexplicably never been raided so everyone whispered they had someone big on the take they would eventually, like all the clubs, be raided and shut down.
There were dozens of others. I was entry-level in PR at the time, starting over in my late 20s in a new career after an expensive graduate school experience. The other people at the tables did all kinds of things. There was a guy who said he was mayor of a small town in northern New Jersey I had no reason not to believe him, but anything that is said at a poker table should be taken with a large grain of salt , filmmakers, bankers, housewives, Juilliard students and many, many lawyers.
I played poker with famous actors, musicians, judges. No, I never saw A-Rod. Or so we heard from, again, the many, many lawyers who played in the games. They kept the players at the tables and ran all of our I. Anyone with a warrant, which turned out to be only one guy in a room of many, was arrested. The rest were free to go.
This was in and he still has a stack. All the dealers and front desk staff were arrested. They let the woman who made sandwiches go, as well as her teenage daughter. We did, however, worry about robbers. I had a friend who was a dealer at Genoa, the old downtown place.
Fair Value of Kaze Tachinu: I recall that, around last winter, you asked what non-Disney films were worth showing to children. Arguably, Studio Ghibli is therefore excluded, on ground of being an acquired subsidiary of Big Mouse. But if you exclude Ghibli and Pixar, I would argue that you are engaging in the worst kind of philistine hipsterism — the exclusion of quality on the prejudice of source.
If we ration our appreciation only to saintly patrons or to saintly artists, we cheat ourselves into the wastelands of the spirit. The A6M Zero was a rapture of engineering, a machine of grace and delicacy. The Zero was all maneuverability and speed without armor; impossible to hit, but shot down with one salvo. Planes made you hate aircraft for merely being the same hackneyed cavalcade of the stereotypes that crass mass culture subjects us to everywhere; Kaze Tachinu shows us how and why generations are entranced by the pursuit of flight.
Kaze Tachinu is a medley of fantastic and obscure aircraft- the Junkers G. The structure of the film roughly follows three acts: Count Gianni Caproni and Hugo Junkers, like Horikoshi, were central visionaries of the German and Italian aviation industries, men who had dreams of air-liners that were conscripted instead for the design of war machines.
When he begins his career, it is by traveling to Germany to study at the Junkers factory. At last, he becomes ready for his own dreams, and is faced with his own challenge of reconciling ambition, empathy, and obediance.
The question that prefaces this review, as asked by Caproni, is the central theme of the film. How many prototypes must crash into the ground for mankind to fly? How much can these beautiful creations be worth, when measured against the death needed for their creation, and the deaths brought about by their usage? Ideas, especially good ideas, and more certainly original good ideas, can work a terrible binding on a person.