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"Do you recognize anyone?" The image enhances and I watch as it slowly comes into focus. Staring out the window, his gaze focused on the Ambassador's son as the train doors open and Jimmy steps across the threshold with his security team, is Mr. Jersey: Debrassy's assistant both as a business man and a mobster. More street thug than PA, Jersey stands out in any crowd with his massive size. He's impossible to miss in a crowd, and yet, there he is, as clear as day, captured by accident on a personal phone. How have I missed him before? Has he been there the whole time?

But though my morning proved uneventful—I took a few fares to ordinary destinations, and nothing strange happened at all—that afternoon the dyke I’d built in my head sprung another leak, and I officially ran out of fingers. *** Around two o’clock I parked before Clifton Heights First Methodist. One of my regulars, Bobby Watson, was standing on the curb, bags of food pantry goods huddled at his feet. Standing six foot four, weighing enough to make my cab sag on its shocks, Bobby must’ve been quite the physical specimen once. Though his pendulous gut hung over his belt, his chest sagged and his face was puffy and soft, his arms and legs were the size of tree-trunks, and his hands looked like t

he called out and they begrudgingly got up. “Hey, Trent,” one of the men, Bobby, called out after a few hours. “You want to tear this bush out or leave it?” Trent walked over to where the older man stood and couldn’t believe it. It was the blackberry bush Mel had mentioned. “A lot of it looks dead already and should be easy to get rid of,” Bobby told him.

Bobby asked him, handing him a child-sized blue Rangers jersey, a miniature of the one he was wearing. Tyler grinned broadly. "Yes, sir!" he nodded, taking the jersey and quickly pulling it on. His mother helped him with the buttons. "Now somebody told me that you're coming back to the stadium tonight for the game," Bobby said. The boy nodded furiously. Bobby grinned. "They'd like for you to throw out the first pitch. Maybe you and I could practice a little. Would you like to toss a ball with me for a while?"