Grady
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Paul made his money from a Corningware type product that was brilliant in concept. It sold dirt cheap but was quality material. Salesmen, including "Bucktooth" and Bernie Schwartz (at one time maybe the best 9 ball player in the world) got rich. It was not unusual for one man to sell an entire truckload in one day.
Paul was staking me to play Bugs one day for $1,000 a game, when he remarked, "By the way, Grady, you keep everything you win."
A "Rack" habitue was sleeping on a couch by the water fountain: Paul said, "He has the room by the pool."
What Paul liked most to do in gambling matches is: come out a few games behind but win all the money.One day he's doing just that: betting $300 a game in the center and $8,000 a game on the side. BUT, his hapless opponent was running out of dough. Nonplussed, Paul "accidentally" dropped a couple of thousand on the floor so the guy could keep playing.
Paul's lastwife was a hatcheck girl at a posh restaurant. She wouldn't have anything to do with our hero, despite his best efforts and there was the age difference. She came to work one day and found a brand new corvette with a big red ribbon on it in her name.
"Cornbread" knew Paul best. He often accurately predicted when Paul was going to go off, and on these occasions, he usually lost 50 or a 100 thousand dollars.
Paul would pitch coins, make proposition bets with you. play you, in cases of guys like me, stake me on occasion. He had me on a $2,000 a game minimum. That's the least I could play for and people wonder why I like to bet.
Anytime Paul came into the Rack, something always happened. He is/was one of a kind and it's been my pleasure tp know him ,lo, these many years.
Paul was staking me to play Bugs one day for $1,000 a game, when he remarked, "By the way, Grady, you keep everything you win."
A "Rack" habitue was sleeping on a couch by the water fountain: Paul said, "He has the room by the pool."
What Paul liked most to do in gambling matches is: come out a few games behind but win all the money.One day he's doing just that: betting $300 a game in the center and $8,000 a game on the side. BUT, his hapless opponent was running out of dough. Nonplussed, Paul "accidentally" dropped a couple of thousand on the floor so the guy could keep playing.
Paul's lastwife was a hatcheck girl at a posh restaurant. She wouldn't have anything to do with our hero, despite his best efforts and there was the age difference. She came to work one day and found a brand new corvette with a big red ribbon on it in her name.
"Cornbread" knew Paul best. He often accurately predicted when Paul was going to go off, and on these occasions, he usually lost 50 or a 100 thousand dollars.
Paul would pitch coins, make proposition bets with you. play you, in cases of guys like me, stake me on occasion. He had me on a $2,000 a game minimum. That's the least I could play for and people wonder why I like to bet.
Anytime Paul came into the Rack, something always happened. He is/was one of a kind and it's been my pleasure tp know him ,lo, these many years.