Back in 1966-67 I was a bus boy at a local restaurant after school and every Thursday night a local "hood" named Big Lou would come in with two other guys and have dinner. The first time I was there when he came in some people had just left his uusual table and so I was cleaning it off while him and his crew waited. I must have done a good job because when I was done he said, "thanks kid" and gave me a 20 bill. After that, after he knew my name, he'd greet me with "Hey Mikey, howse it hangin'" and if I had to clean off his table he always gave me a 20. Now this in 66-67, 20 bucks was a lot of money for 13-14 year old kid. While I was in the Navy, in 1971, my dad wrote me and said they found Big Lou in a dumpster with 3 bullets in his head.

You know, the guy was a murderer and a big time heroin dealer, but I couldn't help it, I felt bad when I heard. The guy was always nice to me.