A couple months before our second 
Halloween patrol, I called Pee Wee for 
a cab ride to the library.             
     After picking me up, he asked if I
minded sharing a cab with someone who  
was also going to the library. “Save me
a little on gas, you know.”            
     I had no problem with it, so Pee  
Wee drove a few blocks out of the way  
to pick this dude up that was dressed  
up like he was a lawyer, or something  
successful like that.                  
     He got into the back seat, and Pee
Wee introduced him simply as Darryl.   
     “No last names, please,” the dude 
named Darryl said, but added after Pee 
Wee introduced me, “At least, not yet  
anyway.”                               
     He then offered to shake my hand, 
“I'm pleased to make your acquaintance,
* Mr. Criminal.”                           
     That sounded weird, I thought, as 
I shook his hand. “You can just call me
Crim if you want. Now, who are you, and
why should I care?”                    
     Darryl laughed, “You get right to 
the point don't you? I like that.”     
     Pee Wee said from the front seat, 
“I just had this feeling that you guys 
should meet. I've known Darryl, for God
knows how many years. Long before I met
you Crim. He wants to help.”           
     That's how I met Darryl, and also 
how he started joining us at our       
monthly meetings. He even helped us    
with the Halloween patrol that year.   
     An extra set of eyes was always   
appreciated.                           



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