“I Have Forty Paid Enemies”

Hell would freeze over before I’d do any cooking back then—especially since I lived alone in Manhattan. So I ate out every night.

I got to be friendly with some restaurateurs. One in particular, Jerry, owned a fancy steak house. Jerry was always ready with a handshake and a slap on the back. I was a “regular” who hunkered down on New York strip steak at least twice a week. Jerry usually comped me a glass of wine or an after-dinner drink. You see, Jerry was a great guy—and he was “connected”

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