A little trip down to the heart of “Bluegrass Country.”

These joints were all before my time but I played a lot of poker in Louisville and 2 different times in Paris.

Ok suffer me this story. It actually had a big impact on my life and the way I thought about life. The older I get the more I think about the little things in life that made me who I am today.

Not chip related. Most of you can skip down to “Enough of that.”

I was 12, came from dirt poor at 7 to a good suburban life on 6 acres of land out on Taylor Mill. I wanted a shot gun. I wanted to go rabbit hunting. My step father said I needed to earn and save for it. I got $2 bucks a week allowance. Two old ladies across the road needed someone to mow their huge yard. I sold some baseball cards.

5 months later my mother took me to Montgomery Ward, 8th & Madison in Covington. I walked out with a 16 gauge Remington pump and a beautiful case for it.

The huge woods behind our place was posted. Ok where was I going to hunt rabbits? I had never thought of that. My mother had relatives that lived close to Paris with a large farm but had not seen them in years. I gave my mother the old “Cartman” MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM, please call them routine. If you don’t watch South Park you won’t get that one.

Deal made. They would have a nice Sunday dinner and invite all relatives that could show up. Fried chicken and squash pie. Yucks on the squash pie!

My big day arrived. I started to walk the hills of the farm, shotgun at the ready. Not sure how far I walked, I saw several rabbits on a hill across from me and headed that way. Half way up the next slope I jumped a rabbit, shouldered the Remington, pumped it, and fired. Rabbit down on my 1st shot.

I walked up to it, looked at it and started crying. I dug a hole with my pocket knife and buried the rabbit. I walked back to the house with tears in my eyes, all the way back.

I lied to my mother. I told her I jumped one but missed.

Tuesday morning after we returned home I sold the Remington at a loss.

Life is priceless and I would never again take life.

(2 exceptions: crawling bugs and snakes. ) Good snake story tied to the German Ambassador to the USA for another day.

Strange, if you hunt it, I will eat it. I’ve never been able to reconcile those 2 things .

Enough of that:

Kentucky:

Most of you KY boys probably have these chips but may have not seen the record cards.

I got these in 2000. They came from an old timer that worked at Stoner Creek Country Club.
Stoner Creek Country Club
Main Street
Paris
Delivered in 1946-48

DC in Diamond
Louisville Hotel
Dean Furse
Louisville
1933
Dean was also part owner of The Greyhound in Jeffersonville, IN. Chips might have been used there.

These 2 need a little research someday. Paul Bender might have something on them. Jump in Paul.

Interesting 2 different operators had chips delivered to same address same year, 4 months apart. Did Joe Knee (do you think that’s a real name? ) go broke or go to jail?

Wonder how long JW Goose (do you think that’s a real name? ) last?

I got this one in 1999
GB
Sycamore Café
Joe Knee
238 Central Ave, near Churchill Downs
Louisville
1941

JWG
Sycamore Café
JW Goose
238 Central Ave, near Churchill
Louisville
1941