“Two kinds of people get to wield a gavel and I wasn’t gonna be a judge.”
“Two kinds of people get to wield a gavel and I wasn’t gonna be a judge.”Lawrence “Lil’ Larry” Tippins Jr. was wide-awake when his alarm went off at 5:30 AM. He had been making drives with Larry Sr. all over the southeast since he was old enough to sit still in a metal folding chair. It was only the biggest one in the world that day, heading up to Kentucky to the Keeneland horse auction. It was bound to attract serious bidders with even more serious money. Larry Sr. wasn’t liable to raise a paddle that day, he just loved watching the Japanese and Saudis try and outbid the local bluegrass heavy hitters. For the Tippins, horse auctions were mainly an entertaining spectator sport. Sure, they had a few pretty mares and
