Captain Renault, call your office, please.

The NYT would like for you to know that there’s illegal gambling going on in New Orleans.

Michael said he first saw one at church, when he was 11 or 12. He was sitting next to his grandfather in one of the pews. Just before the sermon began, his grandfather pulled him close. “I know church is going to bore you for the next 45 minutes,” his grandfather said as he slipped him a card, “so take a look at this, make your three plays, and we’ll talk about it on the way home.” Within a few years, Michael and his brother were making bets through their own bookie.

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