No matter how much free candy they put out on the hospitality desk at a regional, there's never enough for everyone.
We actually talked about doing this, as a way to increase visibility, when I was at the Farthest North Bridge Club in Fairbanks, Alaska. The following anecdote popped into my head in the summer of 2005, driving up I-5 to attend a District 19 regional held at the Skagit Valley Casino between Mt. Vernon and Bellingham, WA.
It's amazing how much trash you see on the shoulder of the highway sometimes. Not just cigarette butts and shredded tires, but whole sacks of garbage that have blown out of the back of people's pickup trucks and sometimes even larger stuff.
The other day I was driving along and saw an entire kitchen range, tipped on its side in the ditch. Just past it was a pickup pulled over with its 4-way flashers on. As I slowed down to see if they needed help, I saw it was George and Alice from the bridge club.
"Can I give you a hand?" I asked, as I pulled over and stopped.
"No," said George, "everything's OK. We play odd oven discards."