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BLACKJACK AUTUMN


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Blackjack Autumn


	When Barry Meadow decided to take two months off 

from his life to play blackjack in every Nevada casino,
he had no idea what he would find. Leaving behind his
business, his fiancee, and his son, he set out on the
road with a suitcase, a tape recorder, and $8000 on the
journey of a lifetime.
	Every day would be an adventure.  With no 

guarantees of anything except a long time away, a long
way from home.
	He ran into cowboys and Indians, suffered the 

Stardust curse, and learned more about the real world of
gambling than anybody should have to know.
	You'll meet Ralph the wily millionaire, discover 

why Canada is such a beloved country, and join the
greatest blackjack game ever seen. You'll learn why Stevie
should not be allowed
to carry an Uzi, why Mr. Funkengruven is to be admired, and what it's like to
await the turn of a $2000 card.
	It's a story that only Barry Meadow could tell.  And it's a story that you 

will never forget.
	(351 pages, paperback, $14.95 plus $4.00 shipping, ISBN # 0-929712-08-0)

FROM BLACKJACK AUTUMN:
Baldini's is a locals-only casino on Rock Boulevard that caters to every
working stiff who's ever gotten drunk and every tattooed girl who's ever gotten
pregnant. Every time I visit this place, it's packed, and not with
astrophysicists. It's a throwback to the type of casino that probably existed 50
years ago, before janitorial supplies were invented.

As I walk around the Owl Club, I assess the situation. Here I am in some
godforsaken, trailer-filled town playing in a four-deck game with bad rules,
joined by two poor players, with half a dozen drunks at the bar and one guy
playing quarter video poker. Surely professional gambling can't have much less
glamour than this.

Cattle are everywhere. Near the road, on the road, blocking my path. I'm
not sure exactly how you get them to move, so I tell them, "Get along, little
dogie." They stare at me as if I'm a moron. Of course it's not just me they
don't like, but all humanity. They may have a point. After all, how much respect
can you have for a species that reveres both polyester and Pauly Shore?
	YOU'LL NEVER FORGET BLACKJACK AUTUMN.  AND IT'S ALL TRUE.
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