scottyrocks
I'll Lock Up
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I suppose hanging on to Lizzie's skirt isn't an option? Darn.
On the one hand, I think I have a few skills that would enable me to make a legitimate living. OTOH...I'm not so sure as to stake my well-being on it. So, plunk my 21 year old butt down in Louisville, KY in April of 1938, the day betting opens on the Grand National. At a CLASSY betting establishment. $50 on the nose for Battleship. When queried by gentlemen (well-meaning I'm sure), I'll claim I always liked Navy men. It's a nice, ditzy answer. I can do ditzy. And at 40-1 odds, I just made a nice chunk of change.
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BTW, there's a horse race coming up in November. While War Admiral is a fine animal, I hear that Seabiscuit is one heck of a horse. I might have to place one more bet for old times sake.
Three races. $50 to start. Potential outcome: +$20,000. No sports almanac or prodigious memory required. And either make a career for myself or marry some nice man. But oh those stocking shortages!
Great plan!