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07-21-2006, 10:15 AM
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for those not familar with Jimmy's
this guy on another board hit it right on the head
Sylvia, (the former owner), Augie and Joe, (her permanent barkeeps), are turning over in their graves. Just toast a draft Old Style to days of yore. Back when the gate crew was well imbibed by 9:00 AM. Back when Joe Bolero and J. Bert Sonnier would be into their third vodka martini before saddling winners hours later only five furlongs away. A place where an infamous local bookie/gambler chased a wide eyed Chickenman out of the bar wielding a hand gun. A place where one lucky gambler who had hit the ninth race trifecta for some $500.00, walked out of the bar without any money, and still having an outstanding tab. Chickenman is still around for those worried
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