Chapter One: Bluegrass Boy
Some men start at the bottom and work their way to the top.
My daddy, the late Commissioner of Baseball and Kentucky
Senator Albert B. “Happy” Chandler, was that kind of man.
In one incredible lifetime he went from dirt poor to the Governor’s
Mansion, the halls of Congress, and baseball’s Hall of Fame.
The apple of my life fell near Daddy’s formidable tree, but through
a twist of fate rolled hundreds of miles west and came to rest in Las
Vegas. My youth held the promise of great things, but I missed the
off-ramp to respectability and wound up in the heart of the wiseguy
wonderland.