This one is not a good memory, and why I do not like going to places where people are gambling.
Unfortunately, my father was absent most of the time, but he was also a compulsive gambler along with many other things and being a workaholic.
I vividly remember when I was a small boy, my father used to work work work,
when he used to draw for the Navy apartment, and he used to draw navigational gyroscopes.
After he’d done that, he rolled up the drawings on vellum paper, jumped on the bus, and went to the office.
He picked up money and downstairs from the Navy department office was a big bar.
Then, my dad used to spend most of his time selling his drawings in the bar gambling. And at times he would take me, and I just hated it.
So, please don’t ask me to go gambling, it creates a very with me bad reaction,
𝐓𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 37 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞: