By Shane Goodman

“You ever gambled money, Dad?”

That was a question I asked my father as a 12-year-old boy when we were driving down the road. He replied by asking me if I had a dollar bill and if I could show it to him. I peeled one of the three dollar bills I had out of my billfold and held it up. Dad swiped the dollar from my hand, rolled down his car window, and let that dollar bill fly down the highway.

“That’s gambling,” he told me.