I remember Paul O’Dwyer well. When I was in eighth grade, in 1975, I went to the Bronx criminal court to watch a murder trial as an extra credit assignment from my history teacher. Afterwards, Mr. O’Dwyer asked me what school I was going to (All Hallows - a few blocks away) and my name. It turned out that he was very good friends with my father, who was a carpenter. We had a long interesting conversation and I later found out that his brother had been the mayor (of NYC). He was a real gentleman and it was one of the few times I remember as a kid that an adult treated me like a person and not a nuisance. I’ll definitely buy the book.
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