19-06-2013, 12:41 AM
Philip J. Sneed, president of Unity Bank & Trust, 416 Warren Street, Roxbury, Mass.
Six-two, two-and-a-quarter, karate, weightlifting, well-turned out in a suit of the time--black, not Lord & Taylor.
At the employees meeting, sixty-two, two whites, yours truly and Shirley running the posting machine in bookkeeping, Mr. Sneed says:
"Sneed don't take no shit from nobody, walkin' or ridin', slippin' or slidin'."
He would visit the various departments and when Mr. Sneed said, "Good morning," everyone said, "Good morning."
One day Nita told Audrey across my space which was dialed back to our new friend status,
"Audrey, some crazy n(and she said it, had the license to say it) tried to rob Mr. Sneed's bank."
This had been the scuffle in the lobby above us.
The police were notified after the takedown.
As for The French Connection, police were either hicks, as in, "How about this guy, what's his name--does he need the stuff?" Barney Fife didn't understand the difference between weed and smack;
or, in the alternative, some kind of sideburns, turtleneck, medallion nark, "I don't want to make a scene, but I'm willing to buy a nickel bag."
On the street Ray Charles' stunt double in shades and trenchcoat flanked by his doubles distinguished by fedoras pause to offer Jacoby Fenner's little buddy Check-Check, "I got some good junk, Man."
Imagine: what a future, there in the Village, having pawned everything, reduced to hustling tourists for handouts.
For that injection.
Historic visits to Burma. Whatever for.
Six-two, two-and-a-quarter, karate, weightlifting, well-turned out in a suit of the time--black, not Lord & Taylor.
At the employees meeting, sixty-two, two whites, yours truly and Shirley running the posting machine in bookkeeping, Mr. Sneed says:
"Sneed don't take no shit from nobody, walkin' or ridin', slippin' or slidin'."
He would visit the various departments and when Mr. Sneed said, "Good morning," everyone said, "Good morning."
One day Nita told Audrey across my space which was dialed back to our new friend status,
"Audrey, some crazy n(and she said it, had the license to say it) tried to rob Mr. Sneed's bank."
This had been the scuffle in the lobby above us.
The police were notified after the takedown.
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As for The French Connection, police were either hicks, as in, "How about this guy, what's his name--does he need the stuff?" Barney Fife didn't understand the difference between weed and smack;
or, in the alternative, some kind of sideburns, turtleneck, medallion nark, "I don't want to make a scene, but I'm willing to buy a nickel bag."
On the street Ray Charles' stunt double in shades and trenchcoat flanked by his doubles distinguished by fedoras pause to offer Jacoby Fenner's little buddy Check-Check, "I got some good junk, Man."
Imagine: what a future, there in the Village, having pawned everything, reduced to hustling tourists for handouts.
For that injection.
Historic visits to Burma. Whatever for.