It’s not me! It’s soft, sentimental Irish-Americans.
My great grandmother, Mary Breslin, ran a casino in her Hell’s Kitchen apartment (read: dump) into the 1930s! My father became so proficient in card-sharking that he was put to work among the WWII army in finding out the card sharks and cheats. He was a straight arrow who hated gambling and would only teach me basic card-playing. A very decent man who I miss every. single. day.
My grandma Rose’s best friend was a bookmaker with two mafia sons and she got arrested at 83 for bookmaking :)
Nothing like good old fashioned crazy Italians and Irish circa early 1900s :)
Pop sounds like he was a good man. And remind me not to play cards with you. :)