
Nice day at work, got a cold local brew sitting beside me and Bob Marley & The Wailers Legend going. Got this chip in the mail today and the Cincinnati Kid photo card has been sitting in view over on the cabinet for a week or so.
Miss Ely is sweating Her Man at the poker table nursing her fifth can of Hamm's. Reaches around the worthy to bum a drag off his PallMall smoldering on a stack of 10 centers. Lip to coffin nail, smeared ciggy back to chip stack and the arsonist out back sloshing gasoline around. Well, it looked like a joint that oughtta be burned down anyway...
I seem to have an affinity for these scorched little urchins, got about a half dozen of these poor guys, all living pampered lives in return for their stories. The Pit had several owners lose their licenses including the guy that sold the joint to fellow Idahoan 'Hutch' Hutchinson, an ex-rodeo guy that brought us these last issues of Christy & Jones. Business wasn't so good in early '70's but good enough to keep the fire insurance up to date. An old Ely story. BTW, uhh, I hear that hot-stamp small town Nevada is gonna be the Next Big Thing. Glad I got Hotel Nevada completed yesterday!
Well, Ann-Margret... speaking of setting fires.
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