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A Letter to Grandpa, You Died Before I Was Born.
Mom says you were a lot like me
Hi, my name is Chris. I’m the son of your middle daughter. We never met, but Mom still talks about you 53 years after your death. I heard you worked at the courthouse and put a roller-coaster in the backyard for your three daughters! That sounds like fun!
Mom says no matter what illness or injury she had, you always wanted to put Vicks Vapor Rub on it for the pain, even when she broke her arm in three places! She says grandma was upset with you! I remember Mom rubbing it on my chest when I was a little boy when I had a cold, and I hated it! The stickiness of it I didn’t like, but it opened my sinuses.
She also tells me stories of your bookmaking days back in Newport, Ky. She said guys would call the house all the time looking to place a bet using an alias, and the one she remembers a lot was “Paperdoll.”
I’d like you to know I too ran a s\Sportsbook service, but mine was legal! I did Sports Arbitrage. I know you probably don’t know what that means, but I wouldn’t bet the outcome of a game; I’d bet both sides for profit. I did pretty well with it until the government shut down Neteller, the primary source for moving large amounts of cash offshore. It was great while it lasted.
