When Jon Marcus learned of a mysterious and dapper uncle of his whom the FBI had chased for 20 years because of his illegal gambling racket, he went on a hunt of his own to piece to together an amazing, untold chapter in Boston lore.
Nothing like a good old bookie story, these guy's never sold dope, they we're a breed of cat that filled a basic human characteristic, to risk and wager. Now the State is the bookie, and the odds have greatly deminished.
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Nothing like a good old bookie story, these guy's never sold dope, they we're a breed of cat that filled a basic human characteristic, to risk and wager. Now the State is the bookie, and the odds have greatly deminished.
Bookies still exist. How else would you place a bet on football?
Loved the story. Had an uncle, long gone, in the same service industry.