Back when I was a pup, back at the old North, when North was in a former Catholic school next to the convent, I rode with the Mayor for a couple of weeks on the late A-shift.
One night, dispatch called our car.
"5David2. Bar Fight at the K-town Club. 70+ involved."
I was driving a '93 Caprice.
The Mayor pulled out his cell, called the bar, spoke to the waitress and said, "Tell them, the Mayor of Fuckin' K-town is comin'. If anybody is still there when I arrive, they have to answer to me."
He hung up, looked at me, and said, "Drive faster."
I did. The Corvette engine roared.
When we arrived, the last two stranglers were sprinting off two blocks away from the bar.
This is the greatest story ever! I spit my water out laughing... Oh to be the man who's name alone can break up a full blown bar brawl...
Posted by: Noah Patraw | August 30, 2012 at 07:59 PM
He is a legend.
I will try to publish at least one more story about him.
Posted by: RD | August 31, 2012 at 11:01 AM
I always wondered if that was just a myth...but it was so cool and fit him, so I always believed it. Criminals and street people in the "South" precinct knew him from North on reputation alone.
Thanks for posting this one !
Posted by: 41050 | August 31, 2012 at 01:07 PM