I was parking cars at the Crab Bucket, a little spot near Fort Lauderdale which oozed money from the greedy palms of South Floridians in the late 1970's.
My newly minted MBA meant that I was educated and very poor.
My brother-in-law was my 3rd brother-in-law who tried marriage to my crazy sister-in-law.
There was Steve who I had never met who was Joyce's college sweetheart.
Then came the entrepreneur Harold who ran a sneaker outfit and was the first to show Joyce the glitter she so needed to keep her alive.
Unfortunately, for Harold, his sex appeal wasn't appealing to Joyce and she divorced him for husband #3, Alberto.
She was married to him for 20 years and he didn't tell her until the end of their time together that he had another family living in New York.
Nor did he tell her something that might have chilled her to the bone.
Al was a certified mobster.
And in the summer of 1977, Al put me on staff.
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