We sort of had the same stomping ground, old WATERFORD PARK. The old Morning Telegraph with all the numbers and symbols mesmerized me and I was hooked starting about 1965 or 1966. On Fridays after the races I would hang at the lounge in the Holiday Inn after the races and was intrigued by the track regulars like, the one armed guy (jock agent I believe), some gambler named Manual and a ticket seller named Nick to name a few. I think Nick lived in East Liverpool cause I remember giving him a ride. The other 2 gentlemen lived in the trailer park across from the track, I believe. My best story is this, after the races one Friday my little Toyota Corolla quits about 2 miles from the track in Newell, WVA on the main road. The next day I'm lying under the car trying to figure out what may have happened. A truck pulls beside, the driver gets out and asks what happened. I say "I am trying to figure that out". He says, "I will make you a deal I will trade you this mare I have in barn #6 (??) for your car". Talk about 2 losers, I am sure the mare's next stop was the glue factory and unknown to me I latter realized I had 2 broken valves in my engine. TRUE STORY. A salute the the good old days at Waterford, and "Mountainman"
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