Janie Elliott ran the Hut Cafe in Turnertown and Dad spent a lot of time there.
I played in the band and played all sports year round at London Schools. Dad never attended a single event, until my senior year. For some reason, Dad decided to attend 100% of my football games, both home and away.
One week, Dad and Janie decided to bet on the outcome of my football game. After sufficient motor mouthin', they agreed on a $10 bet.
Sure nuff, Dad won the bet and waited to crow around Janie about his win.
Never to be bested, Janie handed Dad his "winnings" in front of a large crowd of Dad's cronies at the Hut.
The "winnings" were in a Prince Albert cigar box and the box was uncharacteristically heavy.
Janie had put 1,000 pennies in the box and covered them with maple syrup.
All had a laugh and Dad had "sweet victory".
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