AN INDEFINITE ENSEMBLE OF THE TRUTH
They tore the place down though. It along with the small one room cell jailhouse that they kept around incase they had one and needed for the county to come pick them up for what ever reason in a town where anything goes. But, we were just kids. The older kid next door shot him self for no apparent reason as a child, but that was followed shortly up by Big Jim Doherty turning one of his fathers many guns on himself as his father being a gun smith and all was easy to find the right caliber to punch a inch and a half white hole from one temple through to the other, and out the other side. Good thing he was right handed because then they could display the body in the proper formal way of showing the open casket from the right of the deceased where a band aid looking sticker was pasted over the wound and a much larger one on the other side. I remember it vividly.
My parents certainly weren’t going to bring me so I did what I always did. I rode my bicycle where I was made to be felt like I wasn’t wanted. You see, Jim Doherty was quite a big guy. His dad was the box man at The State Line Casino and it didn’t get much more respectable than that during those years. Of which I only found out later when I went to work in the same gambling pit as him. Just not on the craps table side of the table games floor area known as , “The Pit”. Something that which, “The Brass Ass” took literally and sunk their pit into a lowered level form the slot ma chines where you actually had to decent a four foot flight of stairs if you wanted to play at the tables! For some reason that didn’t last long and one day they up and raised the floor up to the same level as the slot machines because the drunks and cocktail waitresses were tripping and falling down these four rung flights of stairs. A lot of good that would do so they raised it. I started working for the company when I was close the end of my 14th year of living.