On Benny Binion
From the book: Missouri & Me

I recall the first time I saw Benny Binion,  he came in from a cold rainy night directly into the poker room.
He was wearing a huge fur coat, blue jeans, cowboy boots and a Stetson so large it made his head look small. He wasn’t a big man but he had a huge presence. There could be no doubt as to who he was. He sat by himself away from the poker games, and was immediately brought a shot of whiskey.