The Greyhound

The GreyhoundWhat we stole was a greyhound. Her name was Coco and she belonged to Rocco Giaccalone, president of the local chapter of the women's garment union. Giaccalone was a dime-store mafioso, a fat old man who wore sweaty suits and sharp-toed shoes and who supposedly once snipped off the thumbs of a driver who'd stolen a few cartons of cigarettes from one of his trucks.That story about the thumbs was the first thing my roommate, Evan, and I learned when we moved to the North End of Boston....