The Inquiring Eye Visits Atlantic City
Well, Kiddies it's THAT time of the Year Again...But Will Your Gifts Arrive on Schedule???
God Willing, he won... Hohoho.
This year, the Inquiring Eye visited Atlantic City. We stayed at Trump's Taj Mahal, and from the looks of things, it's a pretty safe bet that The Don never stays here. Children are not permitted on the casino floor (unless, ofcourse they are gambling). Don't feel bad, kids; this 'rule' pretty much applies to everyone. One security guard confided that the casino recently had to take all of their benches and chairs out because people were sleeping on them. Smoking is still prevalent. so the place stinks. Couple that with the gaudy, aging decor, and you're on a roll.
The Inquiring Eye is SHOCKED AND APPALLED by this visage!
It's ironic that an establishment hallmarking American decadence and greed has murals of Islamics all over the place.
This guy got stuck in the netting right outside of 'The Taj'. Maybe the staff was too busy removing benches to notice him.
We were delighted to find a refrigerator in the room...it was a long, grueling drive. Imagine our dismay when we opened it..how's that for hospitality? .FOR SHAME, DON!
Weeze takes a break from the roulette table to place a crank call to Stankus. (Hello, Stankus!)
This was the weekend of the big 'Noreaster', and The Inquiring Eyecould not resist a walk on Atlantic City's beautiful beaches. Check out the sludge!
Tom (NYC) would call this stuff 'sea foam'. 
Allow us to digress. A while back, The Inquiring Eye bought a Samsung I-730 cell phone on ebay. We liked this phone because it had wifi capabilities; we could access the internet without buying into Verizon's expensive data streaming plan. The phone was horrible. Not only did it randomly re-program itself (wiping out all data and contacts), it would place phone calls indiscriminately. There were many more problems, but on this weekend, as the Inquiring Eye was wandering lost in the casino, the damn thing started to ring. And ring and ring and ring. There was no answering it; there was no turning it off. Already irritated past the point of insanity, The Inquiring Eye took the phone and burried it in a plant. (The Inquiring Eye would have chucked the phone into the sea, but being lost, The Inquiring Eye could not find the sea.) The next morning, we painstakingly retraced our footsteps, dug up the offending device and treated it to a proper burial.
The Inquiring Eye is please to inform you that the old Samsung i-730 now sleeps with the fishes!
Except for the wildlife, the boardwalk was deserted.
The Inquiring Eye was grooving to the surf , when we noticed we were not alone. The beach was covered with cats! They (51 of the little critters) live below the boardwalk infront of the Taj Mahal, and are fed by a handful of volunteers (who look to be as poor as they are). A close inspection of their headquarters revealed tiny dome houses and blankets lined up side by side...right there! under the boardwalk!
Just between us folks, The Inquiring Eye would have much preferred to stay under that boardwalk, than in that dump of a casino! Take some responsibility, Donald. What would your mother say?