In 1999 I visited the Kewadin Casino again.  This time I actually did run then out of Yukon Jack.  Unfortunately the rules have changed, Kewadin no longer will GIVE you top shelf drinks, and the rules now are that you only get a "free" drink every 20 minutes.  In spite of this, and because I couldn't learn "Mary Jo" (rbarck@northernway.net) poker, ("Mary Jo" poker is repeatedly successfully drawing into inside straights, she was a delightful person with the most amazing skill at video poker) I bought a couple of Yukon Jacks (@ $3.25 each) and then they ran out, after trying a shot of some strange solvent called "Irish Mist", Kewadin changed bartenders.  The new bartender asked me what I wanted, I replied Yukon Jack, and the bartender trundled off, he eventually returned, and informed me that they were out, but he thought he knew where they had another bottle.  After disappearing again, he reappeared with a bottle of Yukon Jack, not a full bottle, but another bottle that had three or four shots in it. (I can't remember exactly) While throwing another pound or two of quarters into the video poker well, I managed to finish off that bottle too.  I was pretty well finished off by that time too, Mary Jo had stopped with the lessons, so I quit for the night.

In 2001 I visited the Kewadin Casino again.  This time with a dear friend, (Stephanie Doty) who had read this web narrative and knew of the Yukon Jack story.  So we sit down at the bar and played video poker.  The rules have changed again, and now I don't believe they ever GIVE you a drink, at least they never offered. Anyway, Stephanie orders a Pina Colada and I order a double Yukon Jack straight up. I down my drink and ask for another,  the bartender says "Sorry, we're out of Yukon Jack"  I couldn't believe it.  I convinced the bartender to (who grew up on  Mackinac Island) to try and find another bottle somewhere in the casino. She came through, and found another bottle. This time I ran out of time rather than Yukon Jack, they closed the damn bar before the bottle was done. I really tried my best to convince them to stay open, but it was to no avail. Probably that was a good thing as when I got back to my room, I called Stephanie and told her that I was going to feel like $%*# in the morning.  But with my remarkable recuperative powers, I actually felt pretty good the next morning.  By the way, between Stephanie and I, we managed to significantly defray the cost of all that expensive liquor. The video poker gods were smiling on us.  

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