Just because Sybil and I are out frolicking in the South Pacific, couldn't leave you guys hanging. So while I'm gone let's do what the syndicated radio shows do. Yeah, a little "best of ..."
I'll post some of my favorite stories from my writing past and before you know it, I'll be back live and in living color with tales from abroad.
Thanks again for your patronage, your patience and your understanding of my honeymoon sabbatical.
GAMBLING MAN
By Richie Whitt
Fort Worth Star-Telegram
December 6, 1998
"B.H." is a lot like you and me.
I'll post some of my favorite stories from my writing past and before you know it, I'll be back live and in living color with tales from abroad.
Thanks again for your patronage, your patience and your understanding of my honeymoon sabbatical.
GAMBLING MAN
"B.H." is a lot like you and me.
Lives in a tranquil
Tarrant County neighborhood. Has an adoring wife
of 18 years, a 17-year-old son, a '91 Ford truck and passions for sports and cold,
hard, cash. He smokes too much, swears like a sailor, is uncomfortable in ties,
gives what he can to charity and relishes his time on the golf course.
But look closer -
where few are offered a view - and B.H. is nothing like
you and me. While the rest of us were casually watching the Minnesota
Vikings-Green Bay Packers Monday Night Football game on Oct.
5, he propped
up his feet, popped open a cold one and illegally made
$17,000.
Some people live
for sports; others live on sports. You betcha, B.H. is a big-time bookie, an independent member of a thriving local
underworld fraternity ...
















