Jackie was the “coolest cat” on the street. All one had to do was ask him. Slicked back hair, a pack of Luckies folded neatly in the sleeve of the white tee shirt, and he drove a 1941 Ford Coupe, pronounced coo-pay. I would sit on the curb both feet firmly planted in the gutter, … Continue reading The Cool Cat
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