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10-16-2006, 01:02 PM
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My grandfather loved racing and his birthday was May 2nd and since we always celebrated it on the closest weekend, watching the Kentucky Derby is inextricably linked to memories of time with my family.
Actually, my grandparents loved gambling in general and often family trips reflected that-- with the result that I now associate casinos and race tracks with feelings of warmth and security. Fortunately, despite the family members' assorted addictions, gambling was never one of them. I grew up watching people gamble solely for entertainment-- I never saw the mortgage payment on the line. Win or lose, it was always a fun day. 
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10-16-2006, 01:19 PM
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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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