When my horse crossed the finish line when I was nine years old and my Mom booked it..she paid me 6.40 to win minus the two dollar bet..made her buy me a hot dog and a coke...smooth sailing from there...1960 was the year and Atlantic City Race track was the venue...
Got hooked there as well. Traveling down the east coast in 1978, talked my girlfriend into stopping in Atlantic City.
There was an elderly well dressed black lady next to us who was cashing every race. We just followed her the rest of the way and made a couple hundred.
Two weeks later home and settled from vacation I went to Arlington Park.
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