Filthy Willy Goes Hollywood … Until Hollywood Kicks Him Outby Max Shapiro | Published: May 16, 2012 |
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Recently I was killing some time playing in an Omaha high-low game at Big Denny’s Barstow Card Casino. As usual the game was rigged, but since the stakes were only 25 and 50 cents, it was worth the small change for the amusement value of seeing the local farmers go berserk each time their nut highs were outdrawn or their nut lows counterfeited on the river in a capped pot.
About an hour after I sat down I was interrupted by a hesitant tap on the shoulder. Turning around, I found myself gazing upon just about the last person I ever wanted to see. It was Filthy Willy, the late Dirty Wally’s ancient and loopy grandfather, the Confederate Army veteran who had to be at least 150 years old, give or take a few weeks. There he stood, slumped over in his raggedy Civil War togs, as unkempt and disheveled as any homeless bum.
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