In 1965 I boarded a bus in DC to make the races one night at Charlestown in West Virginia, such was my desperation for horse action. The last guy to get on the bus was a dishelved guy, in a crappy raincoat, hair flying in all directions, and the last seat was next to me. I thought OH GOD please, no.
This guys plops down next to me, sticks out his hand to shake and says \"Hi I\'m Andy Beyer...do you come often?\"
He loaded me up on his selections on the long drive, which I of course ignored to my great dismay. He hit several big winners, exactas, etc. When we got back on the bus later that night he was also a real gentleman, never once saying \'I told you.\'
Just a little vignette.