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  • #46
    T.J. and police

    I alway had a suspicion that Tee was paying the police, I never knew for sure.

    I mentioned my friend Little Larry in a previous post, he was visiting
    myself and Tee, . Larry was a card player, bookmaker and sometime debt collector.

    He and I were in the lounge having a beer when 2 plain clothes police came in and told him, we want to talk to you.
    Larry said fine, I'm here on vacation, I live in south Texas, what can I do for you ? We know who you are and where you live, we want
    you to come downtown and answer some questions.

    Am I under arrest ? No but you're coming with us now. Larry said no, I don't want to go, each cop grabbed an arm and marched him
    out the front door.

    I sped in the back and told Tee, He put his pistol in back in his belt and went out the rear door.

    2 or 3 minutes later Tee comes back leading Larry by the arm and say's "don't worry about it" finish your drink and take your time.

    I went back in the lounge and asked Larry what happened.

    He said they were just getting to the car, they had to park near the back because the pool room was full.

    He said Tee came out and said hold it fellows "you can't take my customers out of here," Larry said Tee put a hand in each of their
    chests and gave a push away, then took my arm and led me back inside.

    When he turned to come back inside the pistol was in plain site, so I guess they had no warrant and no choice, but to let it go.
    Last edited by androd; 05-01-2017, 01:44 PM.

    Rodney Stephens.
    (e-mail) #713-973-0503 is now working


    • #47
      T.J. and the police

      Quick stories, one I was a witness, the 1st I heard when I went to work there.

      Tee had a fellow called Slim working for him. Slim liked to play pool and played pretty well.

      He was playing early one day with a stranger and got his tit in a wringer, he couldn't believe the guy could beat him.
      He lost all his money and then all the cash in the register.

      He then tried to borrow enough to refill the register, the player said "no way"
      The customers wouldn't come up, it was nearing time for T.J. to show.

      Slim went in the kitchen, took a big butcher knife and left, he went down the street to a bar where everyone knew him,
      robbed the bartender for only the amount that he was short.

      Came back, put the money in the register, knife in the kitchen, left the register key with a customer, went outside,
      sat down on the curb, waited for the police to come.

      The 2nd incident.

      There was a traffic accident right in front of the pool room, we heard the crash, went outside. No one hurt much, one car not
      drivable, we were talking to the drivers about nothing really, the police came, told everyone to go about their business.

      Most left, Tee and Bobby and me were still watching, policeman pointed at us, said get back inside.

      Tee said this is my place of business, I pay the rent here, I'll go in when I'm ready.
      Policeman said I'll take you to jail.

      Tee told him" I've been in jail more days than you've been to work"
      Now the cop's shaking his head like he couldn't believe it.

      Tee said " it'll take more than your narrow ass to take me to jail"

      The ball was in the cops court, he just walked back and started talking to the drivers.
      We hung around a few more minutes, went back inside.
      The end.

      Rodney Stephens.
      (e-mail) #713-973-0503 is now working


      • #48

        I was always too warm, Duke was always too cool.
        He often worn a sweater in the summer because the A/C in the LeCue worked well.
        When I heard he had Heart surgery, I wondered if it had been a lifelong problem.
        My problem was high blood pressure, never wore a jacket til 1973.

        A little road story about our friend Duke, Tall Jimmy, and myself were on a short bankroll, we talked Duke into a little trip, he'd made
        a nice score and was flush. 1st stop Baton Rouge. A fellow had a pool room on Plank Rd. Jimmy and I had both played him,
        he was a sport, would play a stranger 9 ball.

        Jimmy and I went in about 6PM, they said he'd be back around 7:30pm, we'd left Duke in the car. We decided to get a room and a
        We found a motel that had a Pepsi machine about 1 mile and 1/2 away and checked in. Two double beds was all they had.

        After our meal Jimmy went to the motel, Duke and I went back to the pool room.
        I stayed in the car reading while Duke went in, about an hour or so later Duke came out and got his cue, said the guy
        was ready to play. I gave Duke the car keys and said I'll walk to the room, bring the car when you get through.

        He went inside and I got on the heel and toe express and went to the room.
        I was hot and sweating when I got there and took a shower to cool off. Jimmy and I were in the rack watching sports wrap on TV.

        Duke came in about 3 hours after me, happy as a clam.
        He'd won $500 and said the guy was real nice.
        Duke had a shower and we were all piled up in bed watching the TV.

        The bed Duke and I had was near the front where the window A/C was, Jimmy had to have a bed to himself, at that his head turned sideways like his neck was broken.

        At lights out the A/C was on high, I was still warm from my walk, Duke was under the covers, I was on top of them.

        I awoke around daylight because I heard a key rattling in the door lock.
        As I've said before I've always wanted to kill a maid, I grabbed my pistol and snatched the door open, nobody there, I stepped
        outside and looked around. No one in sight. As I started back to bed I heard the noise again.

        It was Dukes teeth chattering.

        On to Jackson Miss next.
        Last edited by androd; 05-22-2017, 01:24 PM.

        Rodney Stephens.
        (e-mail) #713-973-0503 is now working


        • #49
          Duke, TJ, Rod.

          Left Baton Rouge, went on to Jackson, Sounds like a song.

          We were hungry, didn't stop till we got to Jackson Miss.
          In a hotel downtown some Greeks had a restaurant, Jimmy and I loved the food. All kinds of southern cooking, ham steak with red eye gravy, summer peas and baked squash. All cajun seafood dishes, fine steaks, anything else you want.

          We fueled up, went and checked into Bakers Motel, he had a pool room next door.
          A good bit of gambling there besides pool, domino tables with card rocks available.
          We stayed 4/5 days, Duke beat everybody that would play pool, including some strangers we didn't know. Nice scores ! Jimmy beat all players who would play Gin, I won a few hundred playing in a knock poker ring game.

          We went to a bar spot and I went in 1st the unknown pool players were there. They didn't know Jimmy, he'd been in the back
          playing Gin while they played Duke, I wave Duke in, told Jimmy wait in the car about 15 minutes, then come in and challenge
          the bar to play 9 ball.

          Duke got up and beat him about 6/7 games for $20 then $30 a game. Jimmy quit and the stranger jumped on him for $30 a game.
          Bad move !

          The night before we left town we went in the cafe at the Motel.
          There was a Bream mounted on the wall, I'd never imagined one that size, it must've weighed 4 pounds.

          Baker came in and told us a long story about catching that fish. I told him I thought it was a fake, he immediately wanted to bet
          it was real. I asked if it was a record and he said he didn't know.

          He finally fessed up and said he got it when they drained his ranch tank, said probably not a record if not caught on tackle.

          I said you told us a story about catching it, he said yeah, but I was just playing. I liked him for that.

          Next day we rolled out going to Grenada Miss. there was a room owner, named Cecil that would play.

          I had the A/C in my old Pontiac on full blast, I kept a king size pillow in the back if anyone wanted a nap. I glanced in the mirror and
          Duke had both arms stuck down in the pillow case. Still cold.

          Jimmy and I started ribbing Duke about the food, I said we went 4 or 5 times to the best restaurant anywhere close and all you ever ate
          was a Club sandwich.

          Duke said "Well I imagine, it was the best Club sandwich I ever had"
          Last edited by androd; 05-30-2017, 11:21 AM.

          Rodney Stephens.
          (e-mail) #713-973-0503 is now working


          • #50
            Parkers and Bob Sanders

            Bob was one of the few who didn't walk softly around T.J
            They were old friends, Tee told me most of the reasons he got barred from Galveston county, was really Bob who had done what Tee was blamed for.

            They were similar in size, Bob a little taller and Tee a little heavier.
            They were often mistaken for the other when younger.
            They were both involved in the cat houses in Galveston.

            Along with Claude Paulus and wive Lilla, who I mentioned before was convicted in the John Hill murder case. The subject of a book by Tommy Thompson "Blood and Money"

            When LBJ came in power Bob was doing 300 + years in TDC. His uncle Joe Sanders was LBJ's right hand man, they got Bob pardoned.

            Bob had learned to make teeth in Huntsville and soon opened Southern Dental Labs in Houston. He found his old girl from Galveston, Carol, married her they began to build a larger business in Houston and the surrounding Counties.

            Bob came in TJ's and noticed Tee new wife Mary was pregnant.
            He said "Well old man I see you've hired an Exercise boy for your wife, I doubt you can get a hard on.

            Tee said just for that I'm gonna name him after you.
            His son Bobby's legal name is William Robert Parker, same 1st 2 names as Bob.

            This is the background, more about Bob S. later.

            Rodney Stephens.
            (e-mail) #713-973-0503 is now working


            • #51
              Parkers and Bob S.

              Bob was a huge boxing fan as was Tee, they always had ringside seats.
              All the managers and everyone connected with the sport knew them both.

              Bob had some extra tickets, he invited 4 of us to go with. We met at the pool
              room downtown next to his office's and started having some libations.

              We were all feeling pretty good, we decided to go in Bob's cadillac.
              Bob was a terrible driver when drinking, we had only gone 4/5 blocks when he
              cut off a guy in a vette.

              The guy sped up, went around us, slammed on his brakes, somehow we didn't
              hit him.

              The guy jumped out, ran back to the caddy and started cussing Bob.
              Bob got out, began apologizing. I was in the front seat I got out and stood by
              the front fender.

              The guy was walking back to the vette and noticed me, said I see you got
              some help, it's a good thing.
              I said no, no I'm just trying to save your life.

              Bob turned to get back in the car, Guy said "It's a good thing you're such an
              old Fart or I'd kick the shit outta you both.

              Bob spun around walked straight to the guy and hit him with a straight right.

              The guy went on top the vette and slowly begin to slide down on the hood,
              he was out. I said let's see about him, Bob said get in the car, leave the fool
              there, we don't want to be late for the prelims.

              My first episode of Bob in action, I'll say he tried to apologize.
              More later.

              Rodney Stephens.
              (e-mail) #713-973-0503 is now working


              • #52
                Bob and more.

                We were at the pool room next to Bob's office on main st.

                Couple of my kissing cousins from east Texas dropped in.
                Not sure what kissing cousins are, not to close to marry I think,
                we were far removed, related never the less.

                Bob came after office hours, had a comp membership to a new
                private club, "Daddy Burke's" would we like to go ? You bet !

                Two owners of the pool room Don Singletary, Joe "doughbelly" Sinclair,
                Chuck Harrelson, Van Goodrum, Bob and myself piled in Joe's suv, we gone.

                The club was very nice, scantily clad ladies abound, game room in front as we came in, no pool though, joint to classy for that. Two putting machines, darts a shuffle alley.
                8 or 9 suits inside, 1 sport coat, we were under dressed.

                We got a table, ordered drinks and started bull$hitting some of the ladies.
                After a couple of rounds Chuck, joe and Van go back into the game room.

                A while later we hear raised voices, hollering coming from the game room,
                the rest of us go up to see what's what. We went in and saw Chuck arguing with the sport coat, little guy with a deep voice.

                Doughbelly, ever the peacemaker is behind Chuck, holding him by the arms.
                The growling continues, suddenly Chuck hits the guy, he goes stumbling back,
                Doughbelly goes sailing to the right into a empty table and chairs.
                Hell of a crash.
                Van wades in swinging behind Chuck who is already busy with a couple of suits.
                Someone throws a beer bottle at Chuck, misses and hits Bob. It was like a shark who smells blood in the water, he waded in there and it was over before Don and I could get Joe up.

                Everybody was out or faking it in about 2 minutes, Chuck, Van and Bob the only ones standing.

                When Bob's temper went down, he said let's go, they have surely called the cops, He walked up and calmly ask for our tab, paid and we left ASAP.

                When we got back to the pool room, Joe discovered his wallet was lost.
                He said I'm going back to see if I can find it, Don and I went with him.

                We saw no police cars, walked in the club, some girl yelled
                "Oh My God it's them"
                We told the bartender Joe lost his wallet, guy says "you Sinclair" Joe nods, the guy hands him his wallet, Joe starts looking through it, I grab him, say thanks a lot and drag him outta there.

                Don asked a girl if the cops had been there, she said Burke said not to call'em. Joes money was gone but everything else was there. He never carried much cash anyway.
                We wondered why the cops hadn't been called, found out months later.
                Burke was arrested and charged with child pornography.

                More about this later.

                Rodney Stephens.
                (e-mail) #713-973-0503 is now working


                • #53
                  Bob S.

                  One morning about 2 weeks after our episode at Daddy Burkes, Bob showed at the pool room next to his office.
                  The pool room had sandwiches and soups and not much more.

                  He said lets go over to the card room, I've heard they have good chow.
                  OK so we took off walking about 6 blocks away.

                  The card room was run by Jack Strauss, it was upstairs over Timmy Chans
                  Chinese restaurant. Jack had a deal with the chef at the restaurant, and the food was very good everyday. No choice, take what was on the menu, it was always great.

                  We had just sat down to eat when the vice squad showed, took every bodies
                  Driver's license and called downtown for any outstanding warrants.

                  A bank robber had been coming in and losing big money playing poker, and gin they had his picture and were trying to locate him.

                  Jack said if he comes in and loses all his cash, we'll call the FBI, not before.

                  The vice cop told Bob put your hands behind you, you're going to Jail, we have a warrant for your arrest, we've been looking for you.

                  Bob said Looking for me ? I have 3 business's in town and a corporate office a few blocks away on main street.
                  You're not taking me to jail, here's my business card, whoever's looking for me can call and I'll come down and talk to them.

                  They said we have a complaint that you knocked "Dick Dobbin's teeth out,"
                  I thought Bob would say it wasn't me.
                  Bob said have him come over and I'll make him some new ones.

                  Dick Dobbin was a popular Disc Jockey, he was the deep voiced sport coat.

                  Put your hands behind your back. !

                  Bob said if you try to arrest me, there's gonna be a hell of a shit storm.
                  Call Waycott, Kenneth or Weldon, I forget which one, they were the brothers that were tight with T.J.

                  Bob said give Rodney his license so we can go, the officer said "you dont want yours" Bob said give it to whoever's gonna call me and make me an appointment to come downtown.

                  Bob grabbed me by the arm and said "lets go" we walked out and back to the pool room.

                  They just let us go. I couldn't believe it.

                  Rodney Stephens.
                  (e-mail) #713-973-0503 is now working