Waiting for Flicks Footage

Last weekend was He-Man weekend up at Lake George. He-Man weekend, which takes place on the last weekend of April in a drizzly, muddy, windy version of lovely Tiroga Point, is a tradition that goes back decades. We men of the point all arrive on Friday and converge on one living room (the one that can fit the most card tables). We come up for other reasons besides drinking beer and playing cards (most of us, at least). He-Man weekend is the time for fixing the water pump and unshuttering the windows, for unending trips to the hardware store, but mostly we’re there to win lose money.

Both my brothers (and the other male member of the family) came up with my Dad to celebrate this most joyous of holidays and, as third generation Tirogans, we were vastly outnumbered by the second generation. It also didn’t help that we youngins underestimated the scale of the game by about 20 dollars and showed up with about 15 dollars of change and small bills between us. Sadly, that lasted us about an hour into Friday night, by which time we were all broke and taking out loans (tuition, he called it) from our Dad. Ryan briefly came back on Friday and early Saturday, but wisely bowed out when he stopped recognizing the games the other guys were calling.

Which left us with a dilemma. We still wanted to play, but didn’t want to keep losing money. Enter old-fashioned Kennedy ingenuity… The three of us chose Indian Poker, a favorite game of our youth. But what to bet with?

We wracked our brains before realizing that that was exactly what we’d do, we’d wrack our brains! We would bet flicks to the forehead!! Amazingly, the game lasted almost half an hour and betting got as high as twelve flicks (though we found if we went any higher, it would cause everyone still in to fold).

There is video of this game and once I can get it off my father’s camera, I’ll post it here!!