Anyone remember boxing referee Joey Curtis? He also owned a construction company with offices on Highland. Sometime in the early 80's I was dating a secretary from the construction company, she aslo dealt Black Jack at the Shoe, sharp chick and typical hip Vegas broad. Anyway, I take her out on her lunch hour over to The Jolley Cholly acr oss from the Sahara, if anyone remembers the joint, they had these giant cheesburgers for a buck. Well we eat, and I say hang with me while I play some craps. Shes cool with that, but says Curtis is strict about being back on time. I tell her don't worry I am going to play a cecil and thats it. Natrually I run into a hand (2nd one in this thread) this one was'nt an all time show stopper, but decent, and it took some time before the shooter finally sevened out. I cash in about a dime, and give the chick half, she would thank me big time later that night. We get back to her job about 10 minutes late, where I drop her off, later I get a phone call, she says Joey Curtis fired her. Not the end of the world, but just shows what kind of ass this guy was. I mean a craps hand is a very good excuse to be late in Vegas for anyone. A few weeks pass, the girl just picks up more shifts at the shoe, in fact sometime she used to work the Big 6, the one facing the street, where she was almost on the sidewalk downtown. So one night I am driving down Flamingo real late, and I see a guy standing aside his Caddy with a blowout, I pull over and notice who it was, thats right, Joey friggin Curtis crying about no spare. Needless to say he had to wait for the next good samaritan to get his tire changed. Pay backs are a bitch sometime. True story.
wil.
