My editor told me I'm the only writer he has ever known who could work references to Buridan's ass and Captain Queeg into a single column, let alone one ostensibly on sports betting. I consider that high praise.
On my first visit to the Gambler’s Book Shop at its new location on East Tropicana Avenue, I found proprietor Howard Schwartz deep in a discussion on football proposition odds with a customer.
Almost immediately afterward, another customer asked about books on the intricacies of the myriad bets on a craps layout.
I had just missed a retired police officer from Brooklyn, N.Y., who ended up buying a selection of books on the mob. Pleasure reading for him, Schwartz explained.
