Ghosts of Gambling Past
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Yes, that’s me. Age 5. 1967.
I can’t say where and when exactly my infatuation with games of skill and chance first began, but it probably happened inside the crib. That wasn’t a baby rattler I was shaking. It was a pair of dice.
This baby needs a new pair of shoes. Seven out. Line away.
Here’s a gambling story.









