An essay about another American autocrat: Frank Rizzo

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My story with him was one of the most remarkable incident of my life. I was walking down Walnut Street in the morning and I saw him speaking with two gentlemen about 30 feet in front of me. As I walked past, he looked up and I said “Good morning Mr. Mayor.” he reached out his hand to shake mine and while he was shaking, he said to me “aren’t you Jimmy the Barber’s Dentist?” I smiled and replied that I certainly was.

I had met Rizzo at least 15 years before for 30 seconds in a barbershop on Sansom Street. From that meeting all those years ago, he remembered exactly who I was. It was almost frightening.

I treated many of his right-hand men over the years including one of his enforcers, who was Possibly the scariest man I’ve ever met.