My father had a rooming house near downtown Detroit. Within 2 blocks was the GM Building, a pool hall, with a side book, a sandwich shop and a newsstand. Starting when I was 5 years old, I spent every Saturday down there for years, hustling sandwiches, Racing Forms, shining shoes and doing odd jobs. There were very few people I came in contact with on Saturdays who didn't gamble. Rarely did I come home with less than $20-$25. Not bad for a little kid in the 60's.
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