The cigarette ashes falling reminds me of my wonderful grandmother (RIP) who used to make matzo ball soup in her kitchen, while smoking, with the ashes rolling down her blouse. I think they might have been what made the soup taste so good!! I miss her soup....
BTW, some great articles posted. Thanks for sharing, guys.
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Originally Posted by whiteymet
I knew Frank well and visited his home many times.
Someone mentioned about his cards smelling of cigarette smoke. I distinctly remember him smoking while going through cards. He would get so distracted he would forget to take the cigarette out of his mouth to put the ashes in the ashtray.I would watch in awe as the ash at the end of the cigarette got longer and longer until it fell off under it's own weight tumble on his belly and he would curse and knock the ashes off his shirt!!
I had forgotten all about an article I wrote about Frank until someone was kind enough to send me a copy of the August 1974 Sports Scoop. See my article below
Fred
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