"Frisco" Dave Piona was an old school rambling gambling man. He criss-crossed the nation, taking on all comers. Dave was not a great player, but he was a strong shortstop and a fearless gambler. He COULD play for the cheese. Kind of like an earlier version of Ronnie Wiseman.
I first met Dave in about 1968 in Saulsalito, CA, outside San Francisco. I had spent about a week around the Palace and Cochrans tangling with guys like Joe Smiley, Ronnie Barber, Filipino Gene and "Trees". I needed a breather and some softer action. I went into a poolroom down by the water and got in a game with some local guy and won about $50. I was thrilled to find a soft game.
Next thing I know, in walks a white guy with a huge "afro" adorning his head. Someone points me out to him and he comes over and asks me if I want to play. That's why I'm there so sure we get into a $5 9-Ball game. Afro head can play a little so I get down and really start trying to beat him. We end up battling until the place closes, and he says to me "I know a place that is open all night". I tell him I'm hungry and want to eat. So he goes with me to an all night coffee shop. He doesn't want to lose me.
That is when Dave Piona and I became friends. I told him I was on the road from Ohio and he told me all about the Bay area pool scene. I don't think we ever finished that game of 9-Ball. We broke even and I felt good about that, because I could see he could play. And he gave me mutual respect, even though I knew he was ready to tee it up again if I asked him to.
For the next 30 years or so, I would see Dave wherever pool was being played on the West Coast. And he would spring up back East as well. I know for a fact he made his biggest score at the Rack, winning 40 dimes one night. He told me the story later. He said he never had a bigger bankroll than $10,000 ever in his life, and after he won all that money he went back to his motel room and spread it out all over his bed and slept on it.
Dave and I made some money together a few times. The last time was about ten years ago at the Sands. Some rich farmer (Larry?) was there from Oklahoma and he liked to play Bank Pool. Dave steered him into me and we played 50 a game short rack. It took a while but I got him for eight games in the end. Dave and I chopped it up at breakfast.
We remained friends all those years from the first time we played in that little room. One other thing, he also warned me when I was getting dumped in Dayton. I was backing a well known Bank Pool player against David Sizemore. He blew the 400 I gave him and came to me and asked for more. Thanks to Dave, I cut my losses. I had made over $6,000 on this trip and was really pumped up. It could have been quite costly.
I would like to know about any funeral arrangements, if anyone knows. I may have their phone number myself, so I will call Christina now.