It was also the watering hole for all the gamblers who ate in the Java Shop and then killed time in the lobby talking, waiting for the night when the poker games would begin. It was said that more oil wells were drilled there, more deals were made and more gossip swapped than anywhere in town. If you do this you can keep the $200 and the watermelons too." Old timers will recall that in the war years, the lobby and the front porch of the McCurdy Hotel was the social center of Evansville. "Call me at this number this afternoon with the total. You look like an honest man so I’ll give you the $200 right now." explained Ti, also giving the man a card with his phone number.
"I want you to unload and count each one and then put them back on the truck and come by the McCurdy Hotel at four this afternoon. "What is that?" answered the man thinking of his good fortune, wondering if this slick looking man was jesting with him. "I’ll give you $200 for the load, but there’s something you must do for me." Ti said. "Well, I don’t know, maybe $75," the farmer replied, ready to negotiate a lower price if that startled this strange customer. "No, I mean for all of them." Ti countered. "How much do you want for those watermelons?" Ti asked. His mind started clicking and on the other side of town he stopped and waited for the truck. As he approached Wadesville, he passed a watermelon truck. A typical Titanic exploit occurred when Thompson was driving back from White County in Illinois.
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