You won't listen to my stories.

Maybe you'll listen to Vinnie's. Vince is an old, cigar chomping executive from Canada. He descends from old world Italian bakers. I met him in Georgia. He knew about NYC. I thought he was Jewish, like Rothstein from Casino. A holdover, numbers guy from Vegas. He was not offended.

He said the firm, our mutual employer, did not understand parking in the tri-State area. Arbitrators for us, Fed Ex and Brown would pay local authorities in advance for parking deliveries on brick city streets which made no room for big trucks. Occasional parking tickets would get sent to Saint Louis, which they would not agree to pay.

Anyway one time in New Jersey, the firm sent Vinnie with a $10,000 USD check to free an impounded truck. They would not free the truck. The charge was $1,000 a day. Big Tony wanted cash. The firm sent Vinnie to a local bank to cash the check, but he would not do it. Maybe in the midwest he said, but in Jersey the teller might call her boyfriend walking out of the bank and Vinnie would have been robbed.