$13,228.00.  How would poor old George Barrow ever confess to his

trusting wife of twenty-six years, Rose Ann.

     Thirteen thousand, two hundred twenty-eight dollars and no darn sense.

How would George ever own up to the whopping amount of $48.00 that he

had spent at the fool hardy risk of their hard-earned grocery money, he shook

his head, by placing it all squarely on the big bridled nose of Easy Does It in

the seventh race at South Pointe Thoroughbred track.

     $13,228.00.

     Imagine, just imagine if he had lost that kind of cold, cold cash,

George shuddered.