Wilson and I drove up to Council's Pool Hall, across the street from Bradenton's historic courthouse, to shoot on a large 9 foot billards table, and to eat a few of their fine greasy burgers, always served-up double-wrapped in thick paper napkins. Council's hasn't changed much in 50 years.
Hung my damp over-shirt up to dry - and on the first "rack" had the que ball in a difficult position.
At closing time we left, and crossed back over the street - and came upon an elderly gentleman sound asleep. Obviously he had turned in for the night, and with his few meager belongings, he laid stretched out, dry and comfortable, under the courthouse's recently restored handsome gazebo.
