Aqueduct Racetrack, Betting on the Wrong Horse

I made the mistake of whining to Jerry's sister today that it's cold here in New York.  She immediately asked, "How cold might that be?"  And I then was reminded that she lives in South Dakota.  So, complaining about 40F (4C) does not garner much — any — sympathy.  In South Dakota, 40F in December feels like a spring day.  OK, so we're a couple of wimps.  It was COLD here in New York today!  Forty degrees Fahrenheit.  And there was wind.

RESORTS WORLD CASINO

AT AQUEDUCT RACETRACK
This afternoon, Jerry, my mother, and I drove over to Aqueduct Racetrack in Queens.  A casino has been built on part of the property and it opened in October.  The casino stands on the plot of land that had been used for years for the Aqueduct Racetrack weekly flea market — where I bought my $1 set of steak knives more than 30 years ago.  You might remember those steak knives from one of my "cooking" posts.  The set of four knives were worth possibly the entire dollar I paid for them... and not a penny more.  They could not cut through shrimp. The flea market is no more.

The casino was surprisingly nice.  Not badly designed.  Not overwhelmingly glitzy or tacky.  The staff were exceptionally pleasant and welcoming.  And there were some beautiful free-standing mosaic walls here and there with New York themes, such as Broadway shows.  I'm sorry to say I have no photos of those mosaics or anything else I saw today.  I remembered my camera.  I forgot the battery.

Jerry's job was to win enough money today to pay for our week here in New York.  He did not.  It's a good thing we have return tickets already in hand.