Six Days Crossing the Atlantic Ocean

Let me tell you what you do when you have six days to cross an ocean.  You read, eat, socialize, gamble and eat again.  (That is if you are not in the infirmary.) My friends are the eating, gambling types, so here they are where they were found most often...the casino. 

Marsha.....

Alice......

Carolyn....

All three of my friends are retired school administrators and teachers.  After traveling with these ladies, I have come to the conclusion that working with students for many years drives you to drink and gamble.

My Kindle blew up on the first day of our crossing (should have known that was an omen) so I was forced to join them in the casino.  That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

My Uncle Les and Jane aren't retired teachers so I don't know what their excuse may be.  Note Dad's enthusiasm.  Needless to say he doesn't gamble and was waiting to go eat....again.