Fats would bark during the election years, when the candidates rolled by the pool room in NY in their cars, waving.
He called the crowd the candidates.... ''constituents''.
I remember Evelyn telling me about Chicago, a time just before she and Fatty met in Carbondale.
She said he'd booked every match at Bensingers (170 some) and lost only a hand full.
Fats also positioned his life, home along the route that followed the horse betting crowds.
Interstate 50 ran from WI thru IL and South past Janscos. to the west a little, till Interstate 57 came along.
Horse racing was BIG back then.
Steve McAnnich had a backer that was a horse owner/Maywood Park, off North Ave burbs of Chicago.
Those horse men bet it up, and he was in the mix.
Fats was good at making games.
Fats dad was a merchant marine.
Rudolph as a child Knew when the food line bell rang at the docks, he was always the first one/Ev told me.
Back then the food was free, part of the job.