FIRST GUY: Man, that stretch limo was
long.
FIRST GUY: It was so long ... the driver
got to the casino 15 minutes before we did.
BILOXI, MISSISSIPPI |
We have arrived at
the Gulfport-Biloxi International Airport
under the cover of darkness on a Monday
night in October. And we are rolling to
Beau Rivage in a freshly minted Lincoln
that’s longer than a William Faulkner
novel.
“Three weeks old,” says the driver.
Beau Rivage, french for “beautiful
shore,” is
the
luxe hotel and casino in this
region’s post-Katrina world. And in its own
way, it is every bit as stylized as the locally
iconic Faulkner’s prose.
Tomorrow morning we are teeing it up,
12 miles north, at Fallen Oak, which to
name-drop a point of reference, is about
as far away – philosophically, culturally
and geographically – as you can get from
Bandon Dunes. But the bucket-list buzz of
this Tom Fazio layout has drawn us to the
Gulf Coast to see what all the quiet fuss is
about.
Meanwhile, on this evening, the big
screen in Beau Rivage’s casino sports bar
is jumping with images of the Jets and the
Vikings. Minnesota quarterback Brett Fa-
vre, like Faulkner, a native Mississippian,
has a sore arm and he is losing. None of
which has affected the traffic at the black-
jack tables. It is brisk. Actually, it is very
brisk. Lots of sound and even a little fury.
Signifying something.
SECOND GUY: $115 seems like a bit of a
stretch for a steak. Just sayin’.
FIRST GUY: Hey, they gotta pay for the
Limo somehow.
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