Run, Sally, Run

Run, Sally, RunSally Steiner, a proud, handsome woman, drives from Smithtown into Ozone Park. She parks in front of a narrow brick building, windows painted black. There is a small sign over the doorway: the Miami Fishing and Social Club.Sally gets out of her Cadillac, knowing the hubcaps are safe. There is no thievery on this street. And no muggings, no littering, no graffiti. Maybe the cops drive through once a week, but the locals take care of everything.There are a few geezers in the front r...