In the interest of balanced coverage, it our duty to report this morning that last night St. Paul Katie drove away from a South Minneapolis poker table with the shirt on her back, a half tank of gas and little else.
Her zeal for the game is undiminished. She was remarkably cheerful and claimed to have a good time with the friends who spent the evening taking her money.
Meanwhile, Stan spent the evening in his gloomy suite of rooms, eating microwave popcorn and watching a 1932 detective movie on Turner Classics.
The coffee was hot and fresh this morning.