Last year when I went to NY, I met this retired policeman who helped me find my way to Cornelia Street--babysat me from the airport to Penn Station and beyond.
I was thinking of expanding this story and this story into a short novel, moving it to the man's pov.
I'd asked Jerry, the former cop, if he might escort me through Brooklyn (where he worked) on a future visit to the Big Apple and help me with the enforcement side dealing with the drug world and he said he would.
An unexpected note from him this morning. Maybe this is another reason to head to NY -- soon.
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