You are correct with you information Jennie. He was such a good score we moved here. People couldn't wait until January after his busy season; and would stalk him. He picked who he wanted to play. I once watched him play Big Arm John (I believe) and was really down, he came back and got even, John left. So, he chased him down the road to commence to drop 10K. I was there all night and watched it all.
My best to you and Keith
We were told that The Jeweler was a good score.
I remember traveling in Pennsylvania with a steer. I was with a road player named Geese. The mayor of a small town outside of Altoona owned a bar, and people would walk in with milk cartons, and he'd fill the milk cartons up with draught beer on tap. The beer of choice was Genesee, and it was funny to hear people come to the bar and say, "Lemme have a Genny," which sounded like my name. Hahahaha!
It's interesting, the memories I have on the road outside of pool. There was a diner on a major thoroughfare that had great food, cheap. A peanut and butter sandwich, as an example, cost 95 cents.
We must have been in Pennsylvania during hunting season, because on the back roads, it seemed like almost every car had a deer on the hood of it as they drove by. I didn't like that so much.
Geese ended up playing some Southern guy wearing alligator boots in a bowling alley on a Sunday. Everything else was closed. It was a back-and-forth match, with Geese coming out ahead. I did not find out until many years later when I went to a tournament in Maryland that the Southern guy was Scotty Townsend. I recognized him and his alligator boots. He won the Maryland tournament that year.
I wish I had taken photos back then, but of course, as we all know, those of us who lived those years, no pool player would have wanted his photo taken.
