Block & Pierre

By Thomas M. McDade

Ups and downs in an unlikely relationship between an occasional Rhode Island thoroughbred horse trainer who is a full time barroom philosopher, and an unemployed waiter. The trainer's friends and acquaintances add to the appeal of this tale and the astonishment of the waiter.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thomas M. McDade
• Release date: Nov 18, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310423956

Thomas M. McDade

Thomas M. McDade is a seventy-seven-year-old former programmer/analyst residing in Fredericksburg, VA, previously, in CT & RI. He's married, has no kids, and no pets. McDade is a 1973 graduate of Fairfield University. He served two tours of duty in the U.S. Navy. [e-mail]

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Block & Pierre

By Thomas M. McDade

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Copyright 1988, 2013 Thomas M. McDade

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS:

Special thanks to the following publication that previously published this story: Aethlon: The Journal of Sport Literature, San Diego State University Press.

News of his death came in a big brown envelope with a hasp. The note said he’d died of cirrhosis. The paperback novel and the black marbled notebook were included. I could have remembered him just as well in Florida, but I had a few drinks and got sentimental, started yearning for some places from our Pawtucket past, mostly Narragansett Park and two ginmills on Prospect Street. With thoughts of rewiring some old connections at the tracks, I boarded a plane for Providence.

His nickname was Block. Had he lived in a subwayed city, he would have been one who never sat, even if the car was empty. I don’t know how he would have handled a bus. On a train, the bar car would have supported him. At watering holes, he was a maitre d’ offering his hand like a menu while with his free hand, gripping a