by David Seed
Back in the 1960’s and 70’s, Shady Bill was a big money, lo-ball hustler, a winning player in his hustling prime, but never far from the destitution of the streets. He was upright, presentable, dressed thrift-store style, and he always wore sun glasses. Playing the poker clubs of Northern California, he awaited the big score. It seemed always within reach, but never in his grasp, or was it?