Deal or No Deal? As we entered the Cocopah Family Entertainment Center, Daniel asked why it was called the Wild River. I suggested it’s name stemmed from the Colorado River which once flowed untamed and un-dammed through the area. A rushing river fit the theme and feel of the Wild River Arcade; the adjacent Cocopah Casino’s tight slots contrasted the Fun Center in damming it’s flow. Clara, Debbi and Fern dropped $40 each into the One-Armed-Bandits. They told Daniel & I of the solemn silence that rang though the building as they heard no celebration, no joy and no excitement from their fellow gamers.
The day started with me meeting Debbi & crew at the Quechan Casino Saturday Buffet. Surprised to find a packed parking lot I pulled the Lincoln LS into a slot as far from the entrance as could be found. Debbi chose Valet Parking and dropped her Cadillac SRX off at the shaded Hotel Resort entrance. At 2PM on 15 May, 92 degrees and a blistering sun chased the Winter visiting Snowbirds away. We wondered where the bustling crowd came from. A VIP Member line snaked from the Hotel Lobby into the Convention Center. The Slot Machines chimed away with intoxicating C-note sounds, enticing it’s addicted followers to play another weekend.
Clara saddled up, smokes in hand, to get her fix with the other gamblers. Debbi, Daniel, Fern and I opted out of the Blackjack tables in exchange for a seat at the Ocotillo Buffet international culinary food adventure. Debbi fell in Linguine love, Daniel suckled on the succulent Roast Beef in Mushroom Gravy, Aunt Fern agreed to the Corn on the Cob though it doesn’t agree with her and I covered my tiny plate with Asian Orange Chicken (陈皮鸡(陳皮雞; Pinyin: chénpí jī) and a side of Green Beans. In my book, the coffee is the best; perhaps they siphon it off of the Food Court’s next door Starbucks urn. Our drink server couldn’t bring my 2nd cup fast enough. When I purchased the $32 meal ticket, the clerk asked if I’d like to add a tip on the Discover Card bill. I refrained from adding a tip as well as refrained in informing her that I do not tip at Buffets. Okay, I did leave a $1 tip at the Mandarin Garden buffet the other night.
Debbi decided to try her luck at the Cocopah Casino for the first time. A couple weeks prior, I discovered they had the Alley & Arcade next door for 9-year-old Daniel and I to play in. I prompted Debbi to drive us past the Casino and to the San Luis Rio Colorado, Mexico border crossing. On our way we noticed these odd looking red, white and blue buildings on the entering edge of Somerton, Arizona. They turned out to be Apartments. Clara and Fern were impressed with the fence running through San Luis between Mexico and the US; they weren’t impressed in it’s ability to curb illegal immigration. Remembering Reagan’s Berlin call, “Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall!” left us all felling World openness was going in reverse.
Clara remarks how she understands the dangers Palm Tree Trimmers face when she notices these unkempt trees. A few weeks ago a Mesa, Arizona trimmer was smothered
to death under the weight of these heavy fronds.
I brought my 16 pound bowling ball, 2 lb. Nike left-handed shoes, 3 lb. bag and a misplaced 1998 8mm ping pong training tape. The ball & all provided more exercise than entertainment. I lugged it around the arcade as Daniel dashed from game to game. I better understand how the “ball & chain” hinders prisoners from even trying to escape.
Daniel starts out on Sega’s “The
Fast and the Furious Super Bike” (High Res Video). (Low
Bowling Ball Bag Ticket Holder