Cole Dickson Story

rackmsuckr

Linda Carter - The QUEEN!
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By popular demand (Russ, you owe me a rep for this, LOL), I finally corralled my husband to tell me a story about when he and Cole Dickson were on the road as teenagers. So here goes:

It was around 1966. Mike had just turned 17 and Cole was 15 1/2, almost 16. Mike and Cole left San Francisco on their way to Johnson City with their stakehorse, Todd, and his lesbian girlfriend, Maria. Maria was gorgeous, a showstopper. Todd liked having her on his arm and Maria liked Todd because of the fancy dinners and clothes he showered on her. Todd's father invented the hydro-cushion for trains and became very wealthy off his invention, so Todd always had money. He got $2000/month and just had fun with it - never worked, and that was good money back then.

At first, Mike and Cole didn't know Maria was a lesbian, and Cole was quite the ladies man back then. He was always looking for action, if you know what I mean. ;) Even after he found out, he always held out hope.

They left SF with $2,000 and came to Seattle with $1300 left. They got games at the old 211 Club. Mike was playing $20/game bank pool. Back then, Mike took all the banks and 3 cushion games and the cheaper 9 ball games, while Cole played the better 9ball players and straight pool.

Cole matched up playing Shoji, who was a pretty big-time pimp. (I just found this out myself!) Three different women came in and gave him money while he played. Shoji played 1-handed and Cole made a game giving Shoji 9-6 and the breaks. Cole had never played a game of 1 pocket in his life!

They started out playing for $100/game, then after losing, Cole raised it to $200, then $300, while Mike was over there winning his little $80 at bank pool. Finally, they were busted.

Cole comes over and whispers to Mike in that gravelly voice, "Mike, you got any money? I'm busted."

Mike said, "I'm over here playing f***in $20 bank pool, what do you think?"

Cole replies, "I'm jacking the bet to $500 and gonna fire an air barrel at him."

Mike was horrified and said, "You can't fire an air barrel!" Thoughts of being in a strange city and Shoji's cane always by his side, had Mike ending his session of bank pool to sweat Cole and to be ready to run down the stairs of the 211.

Cole proceeded to win the next 7 games from nowhere.

They left for Johnson City and didn't get any action all the way to Spokane and then over to Montana. Cole decided to play the owner of the Corner Pocket poolroom chain, Frank, an excellent straight pool player.

They started playing pretty late, around 9 pm. Playing even to 100, Cole wins the first game for $2000 and all Frank has is a $5000 cashier's check. Since they can't get paid until morning, they decide to play for the rest of the $3000 and they start that game around midnight.

Frank buries Cole in a race to 100, the count is 96-22, and Frank has played a great safety. There are 2 balls by the stack, both capable of being break balls. Problem is, whitey is in the jaws of the corner pocket, dead straight-in with one of the balls.

http://CueTable.com/P/?@3AAca4BDnC4...IFSn4JCpr3KCpl3LHnr3MAML4NBBv4OFjp2Pbrf2QJIN@

Cole jacks up on the 3, fires it in, draws the cueball 5 feet to cueball A, shoots in the 7, scatters the pack and runs 78 and out for the cashier's check. And Cole wasn't even 16 yet! Mike was shaking, he said it was so UNBELIEVABLE!

Cole's mission all along was to go play with the big boys in Johnson City, but Maria wanted to go home, Todd wanted to drive her back, and Cole still wanted to go to Johnson City. They had been arguing for the past couple days. At 3am, they all go back to the motel and the stakehorse and Mike fall asleep.

Mike wakes up being shook by Cole, who says, "I'm leaving with Maria, are you coming?" Mike tells him eloquently to go F himself and goes back to sleep.

In the morning, Todd and Mike are stranded. Cole has taken all the money he won and the girl and hightailed it to Johnson City. He left Todd and Mike with around $500 and they went looking for Cole in the bus station and the airport, but Cole was long gone. They headed back home, too upset to continue and had to get more money wired in Nevada.

Later, Mike heard that in Johnson City, Cole had barked at Minnesota Fats to play some and Fats turned down the challenge. Cole was great at woofing and was barking like a big dog, absolutely embarrassing the Fat Man, saying stuff like, "What's the matter, Fats, can't play a 16 year old kid?"

Cole beat Johnny Ervolino at 16 in San Francisco, playing even, for 2 or 3 games. He certainly was a force to be reckoned with. I will try to get more stories later.
 
Pugh said:
So what ever happened to the good looking lesbo???:confused: :D


Don't know about that:D but Cole is living in Billings MT now. I beleive he is doing construction work. he still plays pool, we saw him at the state open earlier this month, and is still great at woofing:D


jake
 
Linda,

Holy moly this is a good story! I sent good rep your way fer sure..

Give us some about Mike earning the glory in a matchup, please..:D

Did Mike ever match up with a "known" player that he didn't recognize, and end up beating them for the cash?

Keep em coming, and tell Mike thanks!

Russ
 
rackmsuckr said:
By popular demand (Russ, you owe me a rep for this, LOL), I finally corralled my husband to tell me a story about when he and Cole Dickson were on the road as teenagers. So here goes:

It was around 1966. Mike had just turned 17 and Cole was 15 1/2, almost 16. Mike and Cole left San Francisco on their way to Johnson City with their stakehorse, Todd, and his lesbian girlfriend, Maria. Maria was gorgeous, a showstopper. Todd liked having her on his arm and Maria liked Todd because of the fancy dinners and clothes he showered on her. Todd's father invented the hydro-cushion for trains and became very wealthy off his invention, so Todd always had money. He got $2000/month and just had fun with it - never worked, and that was good money back then.

At first, Mike and Cole didn't know Maria was a lesbian, and Cole was quite the ladies man back then. He was always looking for action, if you know what I mean. ;) Even after he found out, he always held out hope.

They left SF with $2,000 and came to Seattle with $1300 left. They got games at the old 211 Club. Mike was playing $20/game bank pool. Back then, Mike took all the banks and 3 cushion games and the cheaper 9 ball games, while Cole played the better 9ball players and straight pool.

Cole matched up playing Shoji, who was a pretty big-time pimp. (I just found this out myself!) Three different women came in and gave him money while he played. Shoji played 1-handed and Cole made a game giving Shoji 9-6 and the breaks. Cole had never played a game of 1 pocket in his life!

They started out playing for $100/game, then after losing, Cole raised it to $200, then $300, while Mike was over there winning his little $80 at bank pool. Finally, they were busted.

Cole comes over and whispers to Mike in that gravelly voice, "Mike, you got any money? I'm busted."

Mike said, "I'm over here playing f***in $20 bank pool, what do you think?"

Cole replies, "I'm jacking the bet to $500 and gonna fire an air barrel at him."

Mike was horrified and said, "You can't fire an air barrel!" Thoughts of being in a strange city and Shoji's cane always by his side, had Mike ending his session of bank pool to sweat Cole and to be ready to run down the stairs of the 211.

Cole proceeded to win the next 7 games from nowhere.

They left for Johnson City and didn't get any action all the way to Spokane and then over to Montana. Cole decided to play the owner of the Corner Pocket poolroom chain, Frank, an excellent straight pool player.

They started playing pretty late, around 9 pm. Playing even to 100, Cole wins the first game for $2000 and all Frank has is a $5000 cashier's check. Since they can't get paid until morning, they decide to play for the rest of the $3000 and they start that game around midnight.

Frank buries Cole in a race to 100, the count is 96-22, and Frank has played a great safety. There are 2 balls by the stack, both capable of being break balls. Problem is, whitey is in the jaws of the corner pocket, dead straight-in with one of the balls.

http://CueTable.com/P/?@3AAca4BDnC4...IFSn4JCpr3KCpl3LHnr3MAML4NBBv4OFjp2Pbrf2QJIN@

Cole jacks up on the 3, fires it in, draws the cueball 5 feet to cueball A, shoots in the 7, scatters the pack and runs 78 and out for the cashier's check. And Cole wasn't even 16 yet! Mike was shaking, he said it was so UNBELIEVABLE!

Cole's mission all along was to go play with the big boys in Johnson City, but Maria wanted to go home, Todd wanted to drive her back, and Cole still wanted to go to Johnson City. They had been arguing for the past couple days. At 3am, they all go back to the motel and the stakehorse and Mike fall asleep.

Mike wakes up being shook by Cole, who says, "I'm leaving with Maria, are you coming?" Mike tells him eloquently to go F himself and goes back to sleep.

In the morning, Todd and Mike are stranded. Cole has taken all the money he won and the girl and hightailed it to Johnson City. He left Todd and Mike with around $500 and they went looking for Cole in the bus station and the airport, but Cole was long gone. They headed back home, too upset to continue and had to get more money wired in Nevada.

Later, Mike heard that in Johnson City, Cole had barked at Minnesota Fats to play some and Fats turned down the challenge. Cole was great at woofing and was barking like a big dog, absolutely embarrassing the Fat Man, saying stuff like, "What's the matter, Fats, can't play a 16 year old kid?"

Cole beat Johnny Ervolino at 16 in San Francisco, playing even, for 2 or 3 games. He certainly was a force to be reckoned with. I will try to get more stories later.

Good story Linda and quite accurate. I don't know about the early part, but do remember Cole showing up in Johnson City. He beat a couple of guys (the Goose and one other guy-Jim Relihan?), but avoided the top players (he was no dummy). He did do some barking at Fats, but Fats wasn't about to play anyone until he had a line on their game. He was nobodys fool.

For the next five to ten years, Cole terrorized the nation, either on his own or with his road partner Jeff Mervis, another smart cookie. He played and beat many of the top names at the time, and was definitely one of the best 9-ballers in the nation. Only player he couldn't beat out West was Richie. But nobody beat Richie back then anyway. He and Keith were the two most talked about young guns of their era. Any other youngsters were compared to these two.

Cole also became a dangerous One Pocket player, around Johnny Ervolino's speed, maybe one ball under Kelly, Cornbread and Jersey Red and a ball and half (9-7, 10-8) under Ronnie. And like Keith, he was not afraid to bet it up, the skys the limit. How two such great young players could both be spawned in California, at about the same time was remarkable. I would give Keith the edge on a bar table back then, but make Cole a slight favorite on the big box. Pretty quickly they became buddies and didn't play each other.
 
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excellent story, rep points to you for bringing back some memories of my dad and grandpa running up and down the east coast back in the early 60's, sure miss them stories.
 
Thanks

Nice story, Linda. It definitely has the ring of truth. In talking with guys who lived that life back then, no matter how successful they may be today, with some of them it seems like that was their REAL life and whatever happened later is just the epilog. Rep points for the nice story.
 
Pugh said:
So what ever happened to the good looking lesbo???:confused: :D

Chances are she's still kicken. Per TRUDEAU's book tuna based diets are condusive to longevity and good health. From what I hear she's a successfull politician and would lick Hillory given the chance:confused:

On topic: Linda,thanks for the great story--tried giving rep but got to spread it around some.
 
He came to Chicago

rackmsuckr said:
By popular demand (Russ, you owe me a rep for this, LOL), I finally corralled my husband to tell me a story about when he and Cole Dickson were on the road as teenagers. So here goes:

It was around 1966. Mike had just turned 17 and Cole was 15 1/2, almost 16. Mike and Cole left San Francisco on their way to Johnson City with their stakehorse, Todd, and his lesbian girlfriend, Maria. Maria was gorgeous, a showstopper. Todd liked having her on his arm and Maria liked Todd because of the fancy dinners and clothes he showered on her. Todd's father invented the hydro-cushion for trains and became very wealthy off his invention, so Todd always had money. He got $2000/month and just had fun with it - never worked, and that was good money back then.

At first, Mike and Cole didn't know Maria was a lesbian, and Cole was quite the ladies man back then. He was always looking for action, if you know what I mean. ;) Even after he found out, he always held out hope.

They left SF with $2,000 and came to Seattle with $1300 left. They got games at the old 211 Club. Mike was playing $20/game bank pool. Back then, Mike took all the banks and 3 cushion games and the cheaper 9 ball games, while Cole played the better 9ball players and straight pool.

Cole matched up playing Shoji, who was a pretty big-time pimp. (I just found this out myself!) Three different women came in and gave him money while he played. Shoji played 1-handed and Cole made a game giving Shoji 9-6 and the breaks. Cole had never played a game of 1 pocket in his life!

They started out playing for $100/game, then after losing, Cole raised it to $200, then $300, while Mike was over there winning his little $80 at bank pool. Finally, they were busted.

Cole comes over and whispers to Mike in that gravelly voice, "Mike, you got any money? I'm busted."

Mike said, "I'm over here playing f***in $20 bank pool, what do you think?"

Cole replies, "I'm jacking the bet to $500 and gonna fire an air barrel at him."

Mike was horrified and said, "You can't fire an air barrel!" Thoughts of being in a strange city and Shoji's cane always by his side, had Mike ending his session of bank pool to sweat Cole and to be ready to run down the stairs of the 211.

Cole proceeded to win the next 7 games from nowhere.

They left for Johnson City and didn't get any action all the way to Spokane and then over to Montana. Cole decided to play the owner of the Corner Pocket poolroom chain, Frank, an excellent straight pool player.

They started playing pretty late, around 9 pm. Playing even to 100, Cole wins the first game for $2000 and all Frank has is a $5000 cashier's check. Since they can't get paid until morning, they decide to play for the rest of the $3000 and they start that game around midnight.

Frank buries Cole in a race to 100, the count is 96-22, and Frank has played a great safety. There are 2 balls by the stack, both capable of being break balls. Problem is, whitey is in the jaws of the corner pocket, dead straight-in with one of the balls.

http://CueTable.com/P/?@3AAca4BDnC4...IFSn4JCpr3KCpl3LHnr3MAML4NBBv4OFjp2Pbrf2QJIN@

Cole jacks up on the 3, fires it in, draws the cueball 5 feet to cueball A, shoots in the 7, scatters the pack and runs 78 and out for the cashier's check. And Cole wasn't even 16 yet! Mike was shaking, he said it was so UNBELIEVABLE!

Cole's mission all along was to go play with the big boys in Johnson City, but Maria wanted to go home, Todd wanted to drive her back, and Cole still wanted to go to Johnson City. They had been arguing for the past couple days. At 3am, they all go back to the motel and the stakehorse and Mike fall asleep.

Mike wakes up being shook by Cole, who says, "I'm leaving with Maria, are you coming?" Mike tells him eloquently to go F himself and goes back to sleep.

In the morning, Todd and Mike are stranded. Cole has taken all the money he won and the girl and hightailed it to Johnson City. He left Todd and Mike with around $500 and they went looking for Cole in the bus station and the airport, but Cole was long gone. They headed back home, too upset to continue and had to get more money wired in Nevada.

Later, Mike heard that in Johnson City, Cole had barked at Minnesota Fats to play some and Fats turned down the challenge. Cole was great at woofing and was barking like a big dog, absolutely embarrassing the Fat Man, saying stuff like, "What's the matter, Fats, can't play a 16 year old kid?"

Cole beat Johnny Ervolino at 16 in San Francisco, playing even, for 2 or 3 games. He certainly was a force to be reckoned with. I will try to get more stories later.

Cole didnt go directly to Johnston City. He came to Bensinger's, because that was the first time I ever seen him. He went to J City from there. I used to go to J City every year and stay there for every minute, and I had never seen him down there before. I recall him being with a girl but she didnt stay on for very long. Cole stayed in the hotel around the corner with a local guy named Joey Lapidus. I knew he was on the road so I hustled him to play bank pool. I lugged him to the 5 x 10 table figuring he would faint once he realized how big it was. Instead, he banked 8 and out the first game! I was amazed but I figured I knew everybody on earth that could beat me playing banks, and he wasnt yet one of them. From that point on I kept him glued to the back rail and finally beat him. I really dont remember if I totally broke him, but I do remember that he did not have much money.

the Beard
 
I remember him back in those days traveling with David Sizemore as I was attending college at SIU Carbondale. I too spent some 80+ hours a week there during those three weeks of pool, gin rummy and back room card games, also the Show Bar had something I had never seen, a 6' (crackerbox) bar table.
I especially loved seeing Hubert Cokes playing and wearing a green tinted visor, one that let light through the plastic, he had class.
I did get Cole to play me at a local pool room in Carbondale on a 9' table, he gave me the 7 and the only reason I beat him, I knew the table with 4 of the rails having completely different speeds, he pulled up before he adjusted to the conditions, don't think he realized the rails were different speeds but he had bigger action in JC. I also heard Sizemore played better than Cole at that particular time, I'm sure the Beard can add light on that, I could be wrong.
 
bigskyjake said:
Don't know about that:D but Cole is living in Billings MT now. I beleive he is doing construction work. he still plays pool, we saw him at the state open earlier this month, and is still great at woofing:D


jake

I don't know about that either, but we do still talk to Cole every now and then when we call each other. He has his own home and is quite content where he is.
 
ironhead_79 said:
excellent story, rep points to you for bringing back some memories of my dad and grandpa running up and down the east coast back in the early 60's, sure miss them stories.

Who was your dad and grandpa? Sorry for my ignorance. :o
 
Sizemore

Island Drive said:
I remember him back in those days traveling with David Sizemore as I was attending college at SIU Carbondale. I too spent some 80+ hours a week there during those three weeks of pool, gin rummy and back room card games, also the Show Bar had something I had never seen, a 6' (crackerbox) bar table.
I especially loved seeing Hubert Cokes playing and wearing a green tinted visor, one that let light through the plastic, he had class.
I did get Cole to play me at a local pool room in Carbondale on a 9' table, he gave me the 7 and the only reason I beat him, I knew the table with 4 of the rails having completely different speeds, he pulled up before he adjusted to the conditions, don't think he realized the rails were different speeds but he had bigger action in JC. I also heard Sizemore played better than Cole at that particular time, I'm sure the Beard can add light on that, I could be wrong.


David Sizemore played a nice game of 9ball, but he never played Cole's speed. He had a reputation of being wild and crazy. He did cut a friend of mine's throat (David Gadsden). He was murdered while still a young man. Once, while playing Hubert Cokes in J City he smashed his cue and was still carrying the jagged edge. He came within a inch of getting his head blown off,as Hubert thought Sizemore may have been threatening him. Lucky for him a local grifter cooled Hubert out, and said Sizemore was only mad at himself. Once Sizemore realized his mistake he dropped that broken cue like it was on fire and apologized to Hubert profusely.


the Beard
 
Sizemore was living in Asheville when Billy Johnson had the poolroom. I rode to Augusta with him with the intention of him selling a machine gun. He told me he was going to have to start dealing to finance his girlfriends legal battles. she was a drugstore cowgirl & was facing serious time. Shortly thereafter David was given a hot load & left for dead in Augusta. He played Billy with the six & sometimes the seven & was happiest when he went home broke so he could work in his garden. Jerry Brock & Davis Sizemore were two of the most intimidating guys I scuffled with back in the day. When Brocks head was right he was capable of playing like Houdini.
 
Russ Chewning said:
Linda,

Holy moly this is a good story! I sent good rep your way fer sure..

Give us some about Mike earning the glory in a matchup, please..:D

Did Mike ever match up with a "known" player that he didn't recognize, and end up beating them for the cash?

Keep em coming, and tell Mike thanks!

Russ

Russ, Ironhead_79, and Bill Porter - thanks for the reps, but I only checked them just now and none of them showed up, being replaced with 5 others for this thread, so I did not catch any of your comments. :( But thanks anyway. :D The first rep I see was given at 9pm, so anyone else that left rep before then, thanks a bunch.
 
Russ Chewning said:
Linda,

Holy moly this is a good story! I sent good rep your way fer sure..

Give us some about Mike earning the glory in a matchup, please..:D

Did Mike ever match up with a "known" player that he didn't recognize, and end up beating them for the cash?

Keep em coming, and tell Mike thanks!

Russ

Mike says yes, he has played and beaten some known players. When he was on the road with Dave Piona, Dave had 3 books of info from every state from when he was on the road with Tony Annagoni, Kim Davenport and Tracy Joe Salazar, so they knew who the top 5 in each state were.

Mike and Dave had a difference of opinion and split up (that's a whole other story! ;) ) so Mike took his half, bought a car, and went around with this hillbilly who wore overalls and steered Mike into games.

During this period, he ran into another lesbian (LOL, I never knew his propensity for lesbians...and no, don't look at me!) who played pretty decent back then, so he took her and her girlfriend to a poolroom in a town near Oklahoma City. She beat the owner's wife out of $1500 and Mike beat the owner out of $600 or $700, so they were pretty hot at them.

While they were in there playing, Mike saw the owner run off some players with a sawed off shot gun, so he knew you'd better not mess with the guy.

Then the owner said he wanted to make a game between Mike and this guy that was around 5'8" and built. Mike knew who he was and liked the game. They posted $150 show up money for the next day.

When he and the girls returned the next day, the opponent turned out to be a 6'3" or 4" white guy with a natural Afro, named Ermin. The book said "Don't play this guy!" Ermin was well known and a top player there. So Mike got tricked into playing him or forfeit his posted money.

They played 9-ball and Mike ended up beating him. He didn't win a lot - $300-$400, but it sure was satisfying!

Revision - Mike said he got Ermin stuck $300-$400 and talking to himself, but after looking around, he was getting some bad vibes about not getting paid or getting out of there healthy. (People huddled around and whispering.) So Mike let up and let Ermin get back to even, and asked for his show up money back. Then he got out of Dodge quick, never to return. The woman owner even wanted a rematch with the lesbian, but Mike wasn't going back!

Mike remembers when he and Cole were on the road, when they had to hire the toughest guy in the county to get them in and out of places safely with the money. You always had to be aware of the owner, the bartender, and their friends.
 
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Another Cole story

In a small town in Louisiana, they were having a tournament that night and Cole and Mike were pondering whether to play in the tourney or not. Cole says, "Naw, I'll just play the winner."

So they're sitting around for a few hours until the tournament is over and Cole challenges the guy who won. They're playing each game for $30-$50 and Cole wins EVERY game. Cole, would you let the guy win a game? It was ridiculous. Now Cole's position play was not that stellar, but he was such a straight shooter that he could get out from anywhere, and did, much to the town's chagrin. And that made it doubly embarrassing to the local hero. Cole is up around $400.

Now this is back when both Cole and Mike had hair longer than down to their shoulders. They were called longhairs. And longhairs weren't too popular in the south.

Mike had been standing back, off to the side, observing the crowd and particularly this guy's friends, drinking it up at the bar just like they had been doing all night, so they were pretty plastered. There was this lumberjack-looking guy - scruffy, with a beard and he said, "I'm gonna teach these youngsters a lesson!" With that, he took a beer can and tore it cleanly in half...no twisting it back and forth. "I'm gonna cut their hair with this beer can!"

Mike moseys over to Cole and whispers, "C'mon, we gotta leave, NOW! That guy wants to cut our hair with a beer can!"

The place had a screen door and they just ran through the screen door to their car. Mike looked over his shoulder to see about 15 guys with murderous intent chasing after them about 50 feet away.

The parking lot wasn't paved, but was made of small gravel. Cole and Mike get in the car, start it up, then floor the gas pedal, spraying rocks on their pursuers. Cole says, "F those guys!", did a circle around the parking lot, then sprayed more rocks in their faces. Mike and Cole went down the road, laughing all the way. :p
 
Road stories are always entertaining, thanks for sharing.


Eric >rep fo you!

*edit-You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to rackmsuckr again.
 
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