Lotteryist Week 3

The guys at my personal Lottery Central know me now. Both were there Saturday afternoon. Maybe 3 pm is shift changing time. The guy from last week held the door open for me and told me to watch out for the wet floor. The guy who helped me the first week smiled and ask how…

Lotteryist Week 2

Sooo, this week I remembered earlier in the day to buy my lottery ticket. It was around 6 in the late afternoon, and driving though my little town was quiet and peaceful. The lawns were all cut and neat. The lawnmowers quiet and put away. Saturday errands had all been run and the streets were…

Lotteryist Week 1

I know, I know – lotteryist isn’t a word. Yet. But if a person who plays the piano is a pianist, then I chose to call a person who plays the lottery a lotteryist. Who knows, it might catch on. First off the bat, I don’t really approve of the lottery as a means of…