| Once our eyes met, Papa Joe raised his right hand to give me a wave, with the ball point pen between his fingers, and called out to me, “See you, Mike. Thanks, that was a lot of fun. You know where to find me.” He had a warm smile on his face as he turned back and tilted his head down toward the small TV screen and the handicapping charts just in time to follow the start of a new horse race. |
| “Papa Joe” (continued) |