Visit teaches a lesson in making an honest living

Dude was O.D. Meyers, my dad. Coot was my uncle Jess, whom I knew by hearsay and by one photograph. The studio picture in front of a backdrop showed eight or nine young fellows, a group of "rounders." All of them were "gussied up" like gamblers. They wore derby hats at a cocky angle, white shirts, small black ties with dark vests and pants - no coats - and each fellow held an open beer bottle. They were teenagers making a statement; their smiling faces suggested rebellion. Dad and Uncle Jess had center spots on the front row. Were they gamblers? Maybe. Some said that Coot could make dice obey his commands and deal cards with sleight of hand that was uncanny.

Dude and Coot felt they were imposed upon - working hard in the fields for almost no pay. They were bitter about being slaves for their brother and father. This problem was solved when their brother left the farm and their father took Dude in as a partner. Coot skipped out and headed west and began to market his skill with dice and playing cards.

Around 1930, he and his wife made a surprise trip to Missouri to see Dad. The brothers talked late into the night, catching up after so many years apart.

Jess had moved to San Diego and was making big money working in gambling houses just across the border in Tijuana, Mexico. He and Aunt Gladys were fashionably dressed, driving a new car and spending money freely. We all truly enjoyed these "filthy rich" relatives.

He showed us a few tricks of his trade.

He accurately predicted how the rolling dice would land. He dealt from the top, bottom or middle of the card deck and told us, as he shuffled the deck, who would get the good poker hand.

He put a pile of poker chips on the table and said, "Dude won this pile." He shoved the pile to Dad, and we waited.

Finally, he opened his hands and revealed the high-value chips that he "palmed" and said, "I have to use an adhesive when palming silver dollars."

Mom and Aunt Gladys arranged for a Sunday carry-in dinner at Aunt Mayme’s home. The four half sisters and their families were there. Jess, the center of attention, told some stories that embarrassed the women who had "mothered" him from birth.

Did Uncle Jess keep the money he palmed? No. Did he gamble? Absolutely not!

He was employed to make money for the house. He was making an honest living, marketing his skill for his employers.

"Fools and their money are soon parted," Jess said. "It’s my job to help them in the parting process.

"Don’t ever get the idea that you can get something for nothing. You can’t. Nobody can!"


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