The Old Man and the Dog

Wars make some people bad, some people good.
The old man was one of those people who had realized that evil and greed are twins. That fear is the weapon of inspired selfishness.
In 1945, when he got out of the army, he was finished. There were consequences, but he was a war hero, a wounded veteran, and they were patriots. Before the war he was known to be tricky, reckless, a lady’s man, and he could cure the evil eye, one of those, born on August 15th, in Sicily.
Marie? The old man loved Marie. The old man was the old man, and he loved Marie.
The old man put the dog in the car.
“The back seat, Marie,” he says to the dog.
The dog could give a shit. He liked the car. These two had done some trucking.
His man, Joe Pucci, not himself, thought the old man, walking the dog in the park. It was beautiful out, he thought
The dog was loving it. A good dog.
Herb the Smooth and Lazy Larry cruised the parking lot and saw the old man’s fifty six Cadillac.
Larry said: ” He’s walking his dog.”
The old man was one of those people who would drive around the block five time to get a place to park in front of the place and get get pissed about it.
They had a spot waiting for him behind Vito’s.
They had the bomb in place when he’d sat down after ordering his doppio.
At his son’s mother’s cousin’s place, Vito’s.
He liked Vito.
Vito, a respectful: “Mr. T!”
His doppio was on the way.
After hearing what Pucci had to say, the old man tells him in Sicilian: “It’s what his grandmother wanted!”
When they got to the car the dog threw a fit. Would not get in the car. Started barking and then flat out quit.
The old man knew his dog. He had the car towed.