How My Parents’ Wartime Gamble on Greyhounds Paid Off
The Sentimental Journey of My WWII Childhood Mixed Dog Racing with an Idyllic Life on the Road
The greyhound racing tracks were like big shiny carnivals, but I could only see them from the outside. Kids weren’t allowed in where people were gambling. Sometimes mother took me with her and I got to watch from the lot where the dog men parked their rigs. They all knew my name and gave me bubble gum and candy. On my tip toes I could see over the fence. There were hundreds of people in the grandstand. Bright lights lit up the night sky. A marching band played while …
