It's been a very emotional time for me. My best friend of 60 years has passed away. I am paying homage to her in this newsletter since she has been in my life for most of my life.
Her father was like a father to me. He drove a big checker cab. When we went out on a Saturday night, he would drive us to the dance. He really wanted to check out the place and make sure we were safe. We asked him to let us off a few blocks away. No problem, he would tell us. After a while, we would see that big yellow checker cab around the corner; he couldn't hide. On one occasion, after getting in his cab he would comment on what perfume we were wearing. I told him "Here's My Heart". He responded, get that stuff off, you smell like a prostitute. I pick up a lot of prostitutes in the city, and they all smell like that. I was devastated, so I threw out the bottle when I got home.
RIP Vinnie...till we meet again.