but that last pic of the pool table reminded me of how I made it thru college. Yes I was that skinny, long haired dude with a goatee who everyone at SEMO wanted to play for money but I never asked anyone too. Won way more than I lost and along with playing poker with the same group of losers all of whom had "tells" that were obvious and steady checks from their parents. Always had a couple of frat bros who like to mix it up to handle things when tempers flared.

Used to always start off breaking with "Do you want to play another after I run the table? Talk about arrogant! But I did it often enough to have a rep.

Then I got a sales job where I made a lot of money at and man Life was Good! Best 7 years of my life!

Glad things worked out very well for you in your country estate.