Join Date: Mar 2006
Location: outside Houston Tx
fwiw, my dad moved the family to Texas back in late 1954, from Warren, Arkansas. Chuckle, the moonshiners in our part of Arkansas launched a campaign backing the preachers to have the counties in Dad's beer distributorship franchise voted dry. They succeeded, Dad's business ruined, we moved.
Anyway, one of my vivid memories of Warren, when around 5 or so years old, was going with Mom to downtown Warren, which was the county seat of Bradley County, in the S.E part of Arkansas. It'd snowed and it was deer season. Parked around the county courthouse were numerous cars with a deer strung across its fender. Mind you, the cars were circa 1950ish or earlier with big fenders. Recall, Mom had problem finding a place to park due to the number of them. All had come into Warren, to have a bite to eat at Wayne's place, a combination old fashion soda fountain, sandwich place, drug store, with about 5 snooker tables in the back room.
Chuckle, dad had a key to Wayne's place. He was quite good with a pool cue. Was a gent from Warren named Red Murf, who was a professional pool hustler. He'd leave Warren for a month or so, going across the country, winning money and return to Warren with his winnings till he spent it all and then go on the road again. Red had a key to the place too. Dad could give Red a good game playing snooker, beating him often. One time, some ignorant pool hustlers came into Warren and Red played one of them. Red let him win for awhile and began to win. Other guy, realizing what was happening, enticed my Dad to shoot snooker with him. Chuckle, Red and Dad cleaned the two guys out.