My thoughts were still on my good fortune, both in money and in love. Truly, the fates were shining favorably upon me, and I was intent on seeing how these new fortunes would develop and what my next move would be. First, I had a few bits of business to take care of. The carting company was first, and I had to pay them in cash. New York’s solid waste removal industry has had a somewhat unsavory history. The legacy of the Mafia years was that the carting companies still liked being paid in cash and gave a discount for doing so. Either that or they charged twenty percent more for not paying in cash, depending on how you looked at it. Carting companies are the ones who make commercial refuse vanish. They come by and place large Dumpsters for me and my men to fill with all the crappy furniture, appliances, and belongings I am asked to clear out. Then they come with a large truck, upload the Dumpster, and drive it to a disposal site, usually somewhere out of state. I do not ask; I do not care.
