I had the pleasure of living in Chattanooga a few years ago when Vernon was still playing. He was a great player, and in my opinion, and even greater man. He was from the old school. Playing no tournaments. Just for cash. And relatively few people would know him if he entered a place to gamble. He was a very good proposition artist, usually getting the weight that he could give the other player.
My favorite story is of an older player who went to Atlanta and beat Johnny Archer out of $12,000. No one know who the older gentleman was, just that he could play the hell out of 9 ball. Knowing that Vernon had been in Atlanta that weekend, someone asked him if he knew anything about it. He just grinned and sipped his coffee, never saying a word.
He is in declining health now. I was fortunate to see and talk with him again at a tournament a couple of months ago in Chattanooga. He was in a wheelchair, and told me that he had suffered a stroke right after I moved away in 2001. His mind is still sharp, but he is not physically able to play anymore.
I wish him the best and look forward to talking with him on my next trip through Chattanooga.
Mike Templeton