“Evening Fred,” Sean said. “Good evening, Mr. Garrison,” Fred said, smiling at Sean. Fred was a big guy - he had to be at least 300 pounds and 6’6” or more. The bellman’s uniform made him look even bigger. He wore it well. “Hey, I am going to try and score tickets to the game tonight. Any advice?” “That’s a tough one. They are going to be expensive. I don’t have a hook-up. Sorry,” he paused. “You going to buy one off the street?” “Thinking about it.” “Be careful.” “I will. Can you get me a cab to the Garden?” “Now, that I can do,” Fred said, putting a whistle to his mouth and motioning for a cab. Fred told the driver to head down to the Garden. Sean handed Fred a $10 bill. It was a big tip for a cab, but Sean liked Fred and he knew how much shit Fred had to put up with. “Thanks Fred. Wish me luck.”
