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FROM MY BOOK.... In 1997 I returned from Berlin, Germany to the USA with a duffle bag filled with the cash I made the previous night for fighting former IBF 168 pound World Champion Graciano Roccigianni. I didn't want to go home right away for some reason so I had a cab pick me up from the airport and take me to "The Red Roof Inn" in the meadows section of downtown Hartford. I check into a room, put that duffle bag full of hundred dollar bills under the bed, and have a pizza delivered from "North Main Pizza." Stayed up late watching TV before falling asleep. Got up the next day and decided to walk the five or six miles from the notoriously rough North End of Hartford back to my house in Windsor.
I put that duffle bag over my shoulder and begin hoofing it. I pass by all kinds of people on the streets, some of whom no doubt wondered what was in the bag. I was a walking fantasy for any mugger or stick up kid on earth and, if they saw me, they didn't even know it.
I laughed out loud when I finally made it safely to my house.
I put that duffle bag over my shoulder and begin hoofing it. I pass by all kinds of people on the streets, some of whom no doubt wondered what was in the bag. I was a walking fantasy for any mugger or stick up kid on earth and, if they saw me, they didn't even know it.
I laughed out loud when I finally made it safely to my house.