The race may not be to the swift nor the victory to the strong, but that's how you bet.
- Damon Runyan
Are you concerned that older family members take too many vacation trips to casinos?
Are you worried about losing your inheritance nest egg to lottery tickets?
Perhaps you're suspicious of what really goes on at Bingo Night?
Well, don't worry.
It turns out a study by Yale University has found that older recreational gamblers seem to be healthier than nongamblers.
It also turns out that this result was a surprise to researchers, who said they expected the reverse to be true.
The findings, which were reported in the September issue of American Journal of Psychiatry, also found that older gamblers showed less cases of alcoholism, depression and bankruptcy than younger recreational gamblers. And fewer of them were in prison.
I think there's a conclusion we can jump to here. It seems, however, that nobody wants us to consider it.
Gambling addiction experts, doctors and even the Yale researchers cautioned anyone against making any general assumptions from the benefits of recreational gambling.
I guess they want us to take our chances standing in those flu shot lines.
BEAUTY AND THE BLAST: The latest targets for bombings in Baghdad? Beauty parlors.
Iraqi women say it's part of a plan by "unorganized, illegitimate armies" to force them into a more conservative lifestyle.
According to Knight-Ridder News Service, some of the shop owners say there are those who believe the beautification of women is sinful.
The effort is part of a trend. Earlier this summer, liquor stores and music shops were being targeted by the bombers.
So what does all this mean?
I guess it means on Saturday night in Baghdad, you might be thinking some mood music sure would have helped when you couldn't buy your ugly date a drink.
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: If you want your dreams to come true, don't oversleep.
TODAY'S JOKE: While walking along the sidewalk in front of his church, the minister heard the intoning of a prayer. Apparently, his 5-year-old son and playmates had found a dead robin. Feeling that a proper burial should be performed, they had secured a small box and cotton batting, then dug a hole and made ready for the disposal of the deceased.
The minister's son was chosen to say the appropriate prayers, and with sonorous dignity intoned his version of what he thought his father always said: "Glory be unto the faaaather, and unto the sonnn ... and into the hole he go-o-o-o-es."