Bernard was a unique person and a friend. I was in Las Vegas two months ago and visited with Bernard he was recovering in a recovery for the elderly. At that time Bernard wasn't doing very well he was down with his weight, weighing about 125 pounds, however, he still had a fairly sharp wit. He would make good sense for a few sentences then he would talk about things that were totally unrelated with our topic of conversation. I would try to keep up with him but it wasn't working and it didn't seem to bother him he kept going on and on. It was sad to see my friend going through this but I just wanted to be there for him. He really doesn't have any family other than a son who has a drug addiction and sadly hadn't visited with his father. The care taker asked me if Bernard had any family or friends other than his son and I gave them Artie's number. I also contacted Artie and informed him where Bernard was and I told Artie that they were moving Bernard to another facility where they were better equipped to take care of him. He wasn't in the best of health. I believe Bernard was 82 years old when he passed, he loved being around pool players, always had, and he just wanted to be considered one of the sharps...which he was. Bernard was the best of a dying breed ( a two dollar bar hustler) he was the best bar hustler there ever was, his drunk act was a sight to see and he played this role perfectly. He wore a truck driver out fit and had a wallet that was attached with a chain which he pulled out of his back pocket when he lost a game and paid out from it. He would carefully open the wallet and clumsily take out the money he lost (two dollars) pay off and continue with his drunken act along with the sucker jargon that kept his customers. He was a beauty.
R.I.P. Pots and pans.
Your Pittsburgh champion and friend,
Bill Incardona
R.I.P. Pots and pans.
Your Pittsburgh champion and friend,
Bill Incardona