My final predictions in St. Petersburg’s primary elections
Every time I drive past the Seminole Hard Rock Casino on I-4, there’s a little queasiness in my stomach. That’s because I am a gambler who really doesn’t gamble anymore. And the unease I feel is some sort of psychosomatic leftover from my hard days as a gambler. Put me next to a slot machine, I’m gonna pull the lever. Along the same lines, if it’s Election Day, I’m gonna make some predictions. I can’t help myself. So here are…