Now, approaching 50 with two tweener sons in tow, my thoughts were less about clubbing and card sharping and more about how to keep rambunctious boys occupied over a long, winter break. I was vaguely aware the casino had grown into a resort in the coming years, with hotels, a golf course, concerts, and boxing, but in the intervening two decades I’d been to Las Vegas, 3,000 miles away, more than the 100 mile scamper to Southeastern Connecticut. After a few hours gambling, we returned to Boston, greeted by the rising sun and ready to sleep into the afternoon.Īs for Foxwoods itself, I remember a parking garage, the casino floor, and little else-not even if I won or lost (probably lost).
I left with a friend at around midnight and arrived at the casino in 90 minutes. It was a late night trip from Boston, the kind which young, single men embark upon because they can. The last time I visited Foxwoods Casino in Ledyard, Connecticut was about 20 years ago.
