When I was a young man growing up in Lawrenceville, I witnessed an incident I will never forget as long as I live. There was a corner store named Klotz’s. The husband-and-wife team of Al and Bernie Klotz owned the deli and butcher shop.
One afternoon, I was standing outside the store with a bunch of my neighborhood cronies, when two gentlemen entered the store.& They came out of the store with one of the gentlemen carrying two sandwiches wrapped in the traditional white butcher’s paper in one hand, and two frosty Pepsi Colas in the other. They entered an alley nearby; we assumed to eat their sandwiches and drink the sodas in the shade and peace. A few minutes later, the first gentleman exited the alley yelling and cursing. Shortly after, the second man came out, blood streaming down his face and with a noticeable limp. Oh, I forgot to mention the most important thing about this story; the second man had a white cane, with a red tip. He was blind. The visually handicapped person depended on his associate to lead him in the right direction and feed him. The trust that he had in his friend was...
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