The time I know-spring break 1983. Everybody went to Florida (remember drinking age in many places was 18 at the time-but not Indiana). They all went and got drunk and tan.

I had been getting served for years. I was given a choice of visiting my Grandfather in Daytona Beach, or my Grandma in Clifton NJ (and also my Uncle). I chose NJ because my Uncle said he would take me to AC. I got there, my mom gave me $50 bucks to play on (lost it), had $10 for dinner, played on that, I knew my dear little Irish grandmother would feed me when I got back to her house.

The shooter was betting the don'ts and hit point after point for hours it seemed like. I ultimately turned $10 bucks into several thousand. Limo'd to the playboy and ate at a restaurant that required a tie according to the snooty fella at the door. I bought a souvenir clip on tie with a bunny, stuck it on my sweatshirt, and ate a steak.

I wish I still had that d@mn tie. My classmates had their tans, and the pics of them wasted, but the nuns were bothered by my having a little cash ($4000 in 20s and 100s in a nice roll). Interesting that Catholic Schools got mad when I bet sports, played poker won in AC, but now when they have their 'casino night' fundraisers, I always get invited.