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BLACKJACK AUTUMN

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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