In the late '80s, Pratt was heaven for thieves. I had a virgin punty stolen before Steinert had time to cash my check, and if you wanted to keep your unused color, you kept a frax-lined coffee can in your gear so you could take your color with you when your slot ended. I arrived for a slot once and the earlier group was laughing about a kid who was found in the parking lot "sharpening" a pair of jacks on the concrete. Fortunately, the pair he swiped was Pratt's, so he may have actually improved them.
