Personal Life
While he was still in high school, Harrelson met his first wife, Elizabeth Ann "Betty" Pacifici, whom he would marry that year. The marriage produced four children (Patricia, Michael, Richard, and John), and three grandchildren (Nikole, Ryan and Kiefer). Harrelson filed for divorce from Betty on June 28, 1971.
In 1970, Harrelson was part-owner of a $2 million dollar waterfront nightclub in East Boston called the 1800 Club. A three-quarter sized replica of Donald McKay's clipper ship Flying Cloud was docked next to the club and was used as a floating cocktail lounge. The location offered superb views of Boston Harbor and the downtown skyline. The complex was severely damaged by fire on January 20, 1971, and never re-opened.
After retiring from baseball, Harrelson competed in the 1972 British Open. He missed the cut by 1 stroke, shooting +11.
On September 13, 1973, Harrelson married Aris Harritos; they have two children, daughter Krista and son Casey, and two grandchildren, Nico and Alexander. His son Casey, who played in the White Sox minor league system in 1999, is currently a professional golfer. The family resides in Orlando, Florida
Harrelson resides in Granger, Indiana during the baseball season.
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