 The New York police used to come, little Irish fat police, but they can run. They would always run my boys down and hammer him up against the wall, but I would get away. And I would be in the crowd saying, what did they do? Why are y'all bothering them? And my boys would turn around and say, Johnny got away. So what was happening, as I say, my father was a shoemaker. He used to have the poker game and rolling the dice and the whole nine yards on the weekends.