Besides, a gambler should never bet anything he isn’t prepared to lose. While I have in the past stuck the newspaper with a variety of vices in the name of research, from a $200 bottle of champagne at the Ritz-Carlton bar, to table dances and tips to strippers at Thee Doll House on Kingsbury, something told me that Chicago Public Media might look askance at financing my casino spree. I’d pondered how much to gamble and, more importantly, whether I could expense my losses. Stepping into the Medinah Temple had none of the existential sorrow of Vegas casinos. Now that one’s actually open, a visit seemed in order. Then again, I am not a gambler, and nothing is more ridiculous than passion you don’t share.ĭespite lack of interest in gambling, personally, I closely followed the opening of Bally’s temporary casino at the Medinah Temple, having tracked the decades-long chase after the will-o-the-wisp of a Chicago gambling den. At least with taxes, your lost lucre often goes to good use: building roads, funding schools, and such, rather than gilding a toilet in some casino owner’s yacht. Which is odd, because both do exactly the same thing: take your money.įrankly, I prefer taxes.
