Bubba McCavern owned the place. Biggest hick in town. Emphasis on b-i-g. He was a grizzly bear of a man and at 6’ 4”, he had to be almost three hundred pounds… shy of a ton or two.

He wore sleeveless flannel shirts, faded jeans with the snuff can imprint on the rear pocket, lumbering steel-toe work boots that a Yeti would find two sizes too big and a big wide-brimmed polyester red, white and blue baseball cap with the rebel flag. Yup, a real life 3-D, overgrown son of Dixie caricature.

Oh, yeah and he’s Indian. Native American if you’re gonna be politically correct and all. Of the Ossawatchee, a Creek tribe native to the area. He was known far and wide as Big Red. More emphasis on the wide than the far.

Yeah, my Atlanta is pretty much run-of-the-mill, small town America. Southern style.

But again, I’m leaving the point. Back to the tale I’ve got to tell.

I work in the Bianca Royale Hotel and Casino. Named so it could fail in two areas. But in all fairness, it failed spectacularly…