Gambling is so controversial. My father’s father was one, that’s how he made his living. Not a good enough living, so my dear little grandmother and her sisters moved away, from Missouri to the snows of Idaho.
Decades later, When that grandfather came to visit us, my dad, who’d achieved financial success by working, had a hard time concealing his scorn. But as a seven-year-old I found him fascinating, especially the rabbit’s foot he always had tucked into his vest.
I bet the old guy had some fascinating stories...