Back to Earl, I know for a fact that Earl was very cognizant of who's who in the gambling world when he grew up in North Carolina.
First time I met Earl, as soon as I found out where he was from, I started exchanging stories about some of the pool rooms I frequented in that area.
About 25 years ago, we got steered to this pool room from Seattle Sam to Morristown, Tennessee. The pool room was located on the main strip in town. I can't remember the name of the pool room, but the owner's name was Frank. He loved action, and he invited any and all name-brand players to play him, always with a spot. He didn't care who you were. He enjoyed playing the big guns in front of a full crowd of onlookers. I'm sure Earl got played there and gambled.
What was unique about the Morristown pool room is that it had an archery range inside where you could actually shoot arrows. I had never seen that before, but I used to shoot archery, and so I enjoyed that. While my friend was playing Frank, I was shooting arrows.
Many years later, when I met Earl Strickland, I asked him if he had ever heard of this pool room in Morristown, and he knew it well. As it turned out, the owner Frankie was shot dead by his wife.
First time I met Earl, as soon as I found out where he was from, I started exchanging stories about some of the pool rooms I frequented in that area.
About 25 years ago, we got steered to this pool room from Seattle Sam to Morristown, Tennessee. The pool room was located on the main strip in town. I can't remember the name of the pool room, but the owner's name was Frank. He loved action, and he invited any and all name-brand players to play him, always with a spot. He didn't care who you were. He enjoyed playing the big guns in front of a full crowd of onlookers. I'm sure Earl got played there and gambled.
What was unique about the Morristown pool room is that it had an archery range inside where you could actually shoot arrows. I had never seen that before, but I used to shoot archery, and so I enjoyed that. While my friend was playing Frank, I was shooting arrows.
Many years later, when I met Earl Strickland, I asked him if he had ever heard of this pool room in Morristown, and he knew it well. As it turned out, the owner Frankie was shot dead by his wife.