The Daily Three

When I was a kid and my gramma was still alive, she loved to play the daily three. If something good happened with three numbers that day, those were the numbers she played. Sometimes it was her address. Sometimes it was my address. Sometimes she'd pick the numbers, sometimes I get to pick them. She'd often send me into the drugstore alone with the dollar to play the numbers. Simpler times, eh? Because now they'd never let a kid buy any kind of lottery ticket. Maybe in some smallish towns, but not where I grew up. I'd sidle up the counter, announce my three numbers, and tell the agent to "box 'em" (which means you can win if they appear in any order).

So I think I'll go buy a ticket. Tell 'em to box the numbers. Which are: One-Four-Seven.

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