One of the first things I learned when I did the racing circuit as a gambler was who to pay attention to at the racetrack. Guys with suspenders and big bellies and cigars were good to stand behind in, I would often bet what they bet, and guys with thick necks and gold necklaces were good too. This gentlemen puffed away on his cigar and read his racing program, then went to the window and put $100 on Number four to win. I eavesdropped and bet $5 on Number Four to place. Times have changed.

Number Four won. The good man was right in the same spot the next race and this time, I followed my own hunch, and lost.